Pastor’s Wife Shared with the Youth Director: A Bisexual Hotwife Story: Megachurch Menage, #4

By Clara Brume

To the congregation I'm the dutiful pastor's wife. They'd never guess I've been keeping a sinful secret – sampling the forbidden fruits of other men while my husband watches.

 

But nothing could prepare me for the sight of our church's captivating youth director, Aimee, locked in a heated kiss with another woman. Shock turns to an unexpected thrill as I realize I need her too.

 

When I confess my lustful yearning to my husband, he burns with envy. "I'd love to join you," he urges. Torn between my faith and feverish desire, I'm about to embark on a decadent journey of discovery, where every touch of female flesh is a revelation.

 

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

• Language: English
• Publisher: Clara Brume
• Release date: May 9, 2024
• ISBN: 9798224653546

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 Youth Director

Megachurch Menage Book 4

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 Youth Director

Excerpt from Hotwife Seducing the Barista

Excerpt from Astronaut Took My Wife

About the Author

Pastor’s Wife Shared with the Youth Director

As I stepped into the cafe, a gentle chime greeted me, accompanied by the comforting aroma of freshly brewed coffee and the soft hum of conversation. It was a place on the outskirts of town. A place I visited when I needed solitude, away from the demands of being a pastor's wife, a role that felt like living under a spotlight.

Ordering a coffee and settling into a vacant booth, I plopped my handbag on the chair next to me. As I sipped my latte, I reflected on the events that had transpired a few weeks earlier, when I’d inadvertently stumbled onto a sex dungeon in the home of one of our church elders, and had my first experience of BDSM.

Now, I traced the phantom lines of welts that had adorned my skin like a badge of honor. They’d been a testament to the intensity of that experience in the dungeon, a tangible reminder of my willingness to step out in faith and embrace the unknown. To explore the depths of my own desires and embrace the complexities of my sexuality.

Lost in my thoughts, I absentmindedly stirred my coffee, watching the swirls of cream meld with the rich, dark liquid. That's when I noticed her. Aimee, the charismatic youth director of our church, sitting at a table on the far side of the room. She was engrossed in conversation with a woman I didn’t recognize, her eyes sparkling with laughter as they shared a private joke.

My curiosity piqued, I watched the two women. Aimee was a beloved figure in our evangelical church – one of the largest in Southern California – admired for her passion for youth ministry and on-fire faith. But what