Missionaries

by Jean-Luc Cheri

  MISSIONARIES

  by

  Jean-Luc Cheri

  AMAZON EDITION

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  Missionaries

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  Book description:

  An erotic short story.

  Luke’s wife Naomi used to be a nymphomaniac, until a close call turned her into a good religious girl who never gives it up. Naomi’s eighteen-year-old twin sisters, Rachel and Rhoda, are religious also, and want to become missionaries. They want to practice their missionary work on Luke, promising to help him through his troubled time. But the twin beauties have a surprise for him he never saw coming.

  Contains graphic descriptions of sex. Adults only.

  14,129 words, or 57 standard pages, in length. (Not including supplementary material)

  Missionaries

  “Nice save!” I exclaimed excitedly as I watched the hockey game on my television. My team was up by one goal with five minutes left in the game, and it was the first round of the Stanley Cup playoffs. A win would give them a commanding two-nothing lead in the series. I had a big day ahead of me tomorrow, and I probably should’ve been in bed by now, but I had to see this game through to the end.

  But just as my team grabbed the puck and headed for their opponent’s end, the bell to my apartment buzzed.

  “Fuck,” I muttered. Who could be bugging me now? All of my friends knew what was happening tomorrow, and they wouldn’t be stupid enough to expect me to go out to a bar with them.

  Keeping my eyes on the game, I went to the door and pulled it open. When I saw who it was, I gaped wide.

  “Naomi?”

  She grinned. “Hey, baby.”

  “What are you doing here?”

  “I got lonely. I missed you.”

  I shook my head. “You’re not supposed to be here.”

  She pouted. “Why not?”

  “It’s bad luck for the bride and groom to see each other the night before the wedding.”

  “Who says?” She stepped past me into my apartment.

  “Everybody says.”

  “I don’t care. I’m lonely.”

  “Naomi, we’re getting married in…” I did the quick math. “…sixteen hours.”

  “That’s too long to wait. I’m horny and I need your big cock.”

  I shook my head. I should’ve known this was going to happen. Naomi had always been like this, ever since we’d met. Horny as a tomcat. She was ready to go at a moment’s notice, and could fuck like a rabbit in heat. Most of the time she left me exhausted and panting when it was over. Not that I was complaining.

  What was odd about it was that she’d been raised in a very religious family. Her father was the pastor of their church, and her mom and twin sisters, Rachel and Rhoda, were all devoutly religious.

  But somehow the message hadn’t stuck with Naomi, and she was the rebel of the family. She started wearing provocative clothes when her body began to develop in her early teens, and she lost her virginity when she was fifteen to a twenty-year-old youth pastor at Bible Camp.

  She and her father were constantly butting heads, and many of the family dinners I attended while we were dating ended with the two of them arguing loudly. Her mother and younger sisters would sit silently as the two went at it. And then Naomi would drag me up to her bedroom where we’d fuck on her pink bedspread. I guess it was her way of getting the last word in.

  When I proposed to her, I thought her dad would be opposed to it, but he actually seemed to be a little relieved. Probably because she’d soon be my responsibility instead of his.

  “There’s a hockey game on,” I said, resisting my fiancée’s efforts to pull me down the hall towards the bedroom.

  “I don’t care,” she said with a pout. “I need that cock.”

  “It’s the playoffs, and there’s only a few minutes left. Let’s watch the end of the game together, then we’ll do whatever you want.’

  She shook her head. “No. I can’t wait any longer. I drove all the way over here to get fucked, and that’s what I’m going to do.”

  “Five minutes. Tops.”

  “Now!” she said, and pulled on my hand hard, causing me to take a few steps. “If you don’t get your dick out and shove it into me, the wedding’s off!”

  “Fine,” I said, giving in. “But if I fall asleep during the ceremony tomorrow, it’s your fault.”

  She giggled. “I’ll take full responsibility.”

  She pulled me down the hall to the bedroom. Less than two minutes later, we were naked and I was inside of her.

  And yeah, it was good.

  One year later.

  I lay in our bed listening to my wife washing up in the attached bathroom. My cock was hard as steel, tenting the sheets I’d pulled up to my stomach. I attentively followed each of the sounds coming from the bathroom, anticipating her finishing. The soft scrubbing of her brushing her teeth. The water splashing in the bowl as she rinsed. The subdued tinkling of her urinating, followed by the toilet flushing, which mostly drowned out the sound of her washing her hands.

  Finally, the door opened as she stepped out, flooding the bedroom with light for a moment before she reached back and turned off the bathroom light. Before the light dimmed to the usual semi-dark of our bedroom, I saw that she was dressed in her normal sleeping attire – flannel pajamas. They were thick and bulky, with long legs and long sleeves, covering all of her body. She even kept the front buttoned up all the way to her neck.

  She held up the covers and slipped underneath on her side, lying with her back to me. I slid over closer, yet left a gap between us.

  “I’m tired,” she said, firing a preemptive shot across my bow.

  “Tomorrow’s our anniversary,” I said.

  “I know.”

  “I thought you might want to do something special.”

  “No.”

  “Come on, Naomi. It’s our anniversary. That’s what couples do on their anniversaries.”

  “It’s wrong.”

  I sighed. “It’s not wrong. We’re husband and wife.”

  “Doesn’t matter. Lust is a sin. It’s even one of the seven deadly ones. I should know. Remember?”

  I sighed again. “Yes, I remember.”

  I decided to try a different tact.

  “Remember what we did a year ago tonight?”

  “No.”

  “You came over to my apartment and demanded I have sex with you. That was fun, wasn’t it?”

  “No.”

  “Oh, come on, you know you had fun. God, your pussy was so wet, I thought I was going to drown.” I chuckled.

  “Don’t say things like that.”

  “It’s the truth. You wanted to fuck so bad, you wouldn’t take no for an answer. Even made me miss the end of the hockey game. Which, as it turned out, wasn’t such a bad
thing because they ended up losing. But wow, you were incredible. Wore me out.”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  “Honey, I’m going nuts here. I need to get laid.”

  “Don’t be so crude.”

  “I’m sorry. I need to make love. Is that better?”

  “It’s still lust. I told you, I’m only going to do that for procreation. The Bible says be fruitful and multiply. It doesn’t say screw whenever you want to.”

  “Baby, we’ve talked about this. We can’t afford to have children right now. Maybe in a few more years.”

  “Then there’s no reason to do that.”

  I could feel my anger rising. “Of course there’s a reason. I’m your husband. You’re my wife. That’s what married couples do. They fuck. Most of them fuck whenever the mood strikes them. And sometimes even when it doesn’t, because they love their spouse and they want to please them.”

  She sniffed. “I’m not going to discuss this if you’re going to get mad.”

  “It’s been four months. I have every right to be mad.”

  “That’s funny. I have every right to be thankful, knowing I deserved a lot worse for my behavior. But I was spared. Now you want me to show my gratitude by acting the same way I’d been that brought the punishment down upon me.”

  I shook my head. “You weren’t punished. It was an accident. That’s all.”

  “It was a warning. One I’m going to heed, no matter if you believe or not.

  I sighed and rolled over onto my back. Once again, she’d won. My cock was now limp and lying against my thigh. All of my desire for her had left me, replaced by frustration. I wondered how much longer this could go on.

  Four months. That’s how long it’d been since we’d been intimate in any way. I would’ve thought such a thing impossible with the Naomi I used to know. But then again, the woman lying beside me was no longer the Naomi I used to know.

  The call from the state trooper had come while I was a work, informing me that my wife had been in a bad accident on Independence Avenue, right where the interstate crossed over. He told me she’d been taken to West General Hospital, and that I should go there. When I fearfully asked him about her condition, he told me that I should just go to the hospital.

  The accident scene was on my way, and as I drove past our crumpled blue SUV, my heart fell. A truck had struck its side, and what was left looked like it’d gone through a trash compactor. My first thought was that no one could possibly survive that. Not a chance.

  I stepped on the gas and sped the rest of the way to the hospital, parking in the emergency lot and rushing in to the desk, asking where my wife was. The receptionist gave me the room number, and I hurried down the hall, my heart beating like a jackhammer.

  I expected her room to be filled with doctors and nurses, and all kinds of operating equipment. I expected to see her bloodied and torn body lying on the operating table, mutilated beyond all recognition. I certainly didn’t expect to see what I saw.

  I hit the doorway and stopped, breathing hard and staring at the unexpected sight before me. Instead of doctors and nurses, only Naomi’s father was here with her. He was kneeling beside the bed with her hand in his. And she was lying back looking just as beautiful as ever, with a happy smile on her face.

  “Baby?” I said, tears filling my eyes.

  Her smile widened. “Luke. It’s so good to see you.”

  I shook my head in amazement. “How’s this possible? I saw the SUV.”

  Her father stood to face me. “It was a miracle. Only God’s grace could’ve protected her from that.”

  I had to admit, he had a point. “You okay?” I asked my wife.

  “Not a single scratch. They’re just keeping me here for observation. Isn’t it wonderful?”

  “It’s incredible.”

  Her father spoke up. “God has shown us how truly magnificent his forgiveness can be.”

  I gave him a curious look. “Forgiveness?”

  He smiled. “Of course. He loves his wayward sheep the most.”

  I shook my head. “What does that mean?”

  “Honey,” Naomi said, “don’t you see? I was disobedient. And this was God’s way of telling me that. He could’ve punished me by allowing me to be hurt in the accident, but instead he protected me. I know now that I’ve been wrong all this time. I’ve been behaving so badly. But I promise that’s all behind me now. I’ve dedicated myself to following his word from now on.”

  Her father patted her hand in his, and tears filled his eyes. “I’ve finally gotten my precious little girl back.”

  I stared at the sight, not yet grasping what it all meant, but somehow knowing I didn’t like it.

  So, here I was, four months later, lying in bed next to my wife with a pair of aching nuts. She’d kept to her promise, and had stopped behaving like a nymphomaniac. Unfortunately for me, she’d swung completely in the other direction, refusing to even let me touch her unless our goal was to procreate.

  A few times I’d come close to giving in, almost agreeing to put a baby inside of her just for the chance to feel her pussy around my cock one more time. But I knew that was a losing proposition. Because once she got pregnant, I’d be shut off again. Besides, I knew I wasn’t ready to have kids. At twenty-four, I wanted to enjoy life a little bit before being tied down with that responsibility.

  The first eight months of our marriage had been exactly how I’d imagined it. Naomi and I fucked practically every day, whenever we wanted. So many times she’d be waiting for me in bed when I got home from work. Or, she’d send me off to work with a good morning blowjob. We did fun things together, like go dancing at clubs, or take weekend trips to the beach.

  On most Sunday afternoons, we’d have dinner at her parents’ house, where she and her father would still argue, but not as vociferously. And after dinner, we’d occasionally go up to her room and fuck on the pink bedspread, just for old times’ sake.

  But after the accident all that changed. No sexy wife waiting in bed when I got home. No enthusiastic morning blowjobs. Clubs were out, and she no longer felt comfortable wearing a swimsuit in public, so the beach was off-limits.

  And now, all of our Sunday’s began with morning church services, listening to her father expound upon his version of reality for an hour. Then afterward, we’d all go to her parents’ house to spend the day, not just dinner. Gone were the arguments between Naomi and her father, and instead they talked about Bible verses and gospels, all the while casting disparaging glances at me.

  After dinner, watching sports was out of the question, so I’d sometimes escape upstairs to Naomi’s old room, lying on the pink bedspread and allowing memories of things we’d done on it to flow through my mind.

  That’s where I was on our anniversary when I heard a soft knock on the closed door.

  “Luke?” I recognized it as Rachel’s voice.

  “Yeah?”

  “Can we come in?”

  “Yeah.” I curiously leaned up on my elbows. Who were we?

  The door opened, and the twins came in. My eyebrows rose in slight surprise. They’d always been quiet and reserved, and had never initiated a conversation with me. They were always polite, but very reticent.

  They were still dressed in their church clothes, which consisted of long skirts and blouses buttoned up to their necks. They always dressed this way, never allowing me to get a good look at their bodies. But I always assumed they had the same genes as their sister, and were hiding something nice under all that conservative clothing. They’d only been sixteen when Naomi and I started dating, and now at eighteen they were more young women than girls. And very beautiful, I might add.

  Rhoda closed the door behind her, and then they sat on the bed, each taking a corner before turning towards me. Matching bookends.

  “What’s up?” I said, looking between them.

  “We’re concerned about you,” Rachel said.

  “Me? What are you concerned about?”
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  “We sense that you’re unhappy,” Rhoda replied.

  “And we think our sister is the source of your unhappiness,” Rachel added.

  I shook my head. “Nothing for you to be concerned about. This is between Naomi and me.”

  “We understand that it’s a private matter,” Rachel said, “but you’re part of our family now.”

  “It’s part of our duty as Christians to help you,” Rhoda said.

  “I appreciate this, I really do,” I said, “but this really is something that Naomi and I have to work out. I don’t see any way that you could help with this situation.”

  Rachel gave me a soft smile. “You never know. God works in mysterious ways.”

  Rhoda nodded. “Unexpected ways.”

  “Like I said, I appreciate it, but–”

  “Rachel and I want to become missionaries,” Rhoda said.

  “That’s nice.”

  “We really enjoy the thought of going around helping people,” Rachel said.

  “So please,” Rhoda said, “can we at least practice on you?”

  Rachel nodded. “Yes. And if we can’t help you, then at least we tried, right?”

  “I guess so,” I said begrudgingly.

  “So you’ll let us try?” Rhoda said hopefully.

  “Um, what does being a missionary entail? I mean in this specific situation?”

  Rachel smiled. “It means we would sit down with you, discuss the problem you’re having, and relate it to God’s word.”

  “I don’t know. This problem isn’t like that.”

  Rhoda’s smile joined her sister’s. “God’s word applies to all problems.”

  “Please?” Rachel added. “Please let us at least try.”

  Rhoda nodded. “Yes, please?”