Love and Liberation: A Christian Wife's Journey Into Sexual Freedom

by Laran Mithras

  LOVE AND

  LIBERATION

  By

  Laran Mithras

  Other Novellas by Laran Mithras

  Intrusion of the Heart

  The Knight of Her Heart

  My Two Vampire Lovers

  Eclipse of Her Heart

  The Captain of Her Heart

  The Captain of Her Heart: Assassin's Gambit

  The Captain of Her Heart: Pirate's Passion

  Phone Sex With The Neighbors

  DRAGON, SHIFTED

  The Sharing of Carlene

  The Babysitter's Desire

  Two Vampires For Leah

  Loaning Her To My Boss

  CAT, SHIFTED

  Beach Swing

  Lonely Wife

  Taboo Hearts

  Jill Is Watching

  Melting My Ice Queen

  Short Stories

  by Laran Mithras

  After Her Death (Kindle Only)

  My Wife's Seduction (Kindle Only)

  Cover Photo by www.ShutterStock.com

  Love and Liberation is a work of fiction. Names, locations and incidents either are a product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously.

  Copyright © 2014 - All Rights Reserved

  Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love.

  1 John 4:8

  CHAPTER 1

  "You dumbshit!" Dina flipped off the driver and accelerated to get past him.

  Her husband Josh sat in the passenger seat. He chided her. "That was uncalled for."

  She blinked in disbelief. "He ran the stop sign and almost hit us."

  She glared at the kid in his little pick-up truck as they passed. His mouth was hanging open like an ape. She shoved her finger up, sneering in irritation at him. Dumbass!

  Her husband sighed. "You should be more patient. Maybe he had a lot on his mind."

  She shot a glare at him. "We would've had a lot on our minds with a smashed car."

  "We're going to church…"

  Her husband had seemed so mature being a year older than her, but both of them were young. He was twenty-five. She was twenty-four. "Do you think the fact we're going to church would have stopped his truck?"

  "He stopped, didn't he?"

  She coughed. "Yeah, like after I laid on the horn for an hour."

  Josh Lewis was good to her. He had played football in high school and had a better shape than most of the people their age. "Maybe his girlfriend had just left him."

  She turned the corner to the church. "Maybe he was wasted on meth."

  He gave her a frowning look of consideration. "You should give people more slack—"

  "You should have just a little sharper edge to you."

  "You should turn the other cheek—"

  "And Jesus wasn't turning any cheek when he whipped the moneychangers, was He?"

  Josh fell silent.

  Dina pulled into the small, but crowded parking lot. She loved Josh and normally he was the one making decisions. But narrowly missing a disaster had caused her to panic and seize control of the situation.

  She was still shaking.

  "I'm sorry," she said. "It scared me."

  "There's nothing to be afraid of."

  What? I almost peed myself. Get real!

  They got out of the car.

  He said, "Come on. Let's see if we can snake the left side."

  "We're probably too late." The Sunday evening service on such a hot day would have all of the church-goers crowding under the air-conditioning on the left side. Crown Christian Fellowship was a compact church and successful. The pastor, Caleb Mann, even had a spot on the local religious radio station.

  "Did you remember our offering?" Josh said.

  "Yes." She held his hand as they hurried to the door. A few people were outside still and heading in.

  Josh's parents had introduced them to the church – before they moved away. She often wondered if once she married their son, they moved to get away. She didn't get the impression that they disliked him – or her. No, not at all. But almost as if they were happy their son was married and living on his own and thus gave them the freedom to go elsewhere. They had chosen Alaska.

  I'm not going to Alaska for Christmas. Forget it.

  One of the assistant pastors held his arm out in direction, indicating the right side. The left was packed.

  Le sigh.

  Josh pulled her along and they sat.

  For a church, Dina liked Crown. The pastor was a very magnetic man with wavy brown hair flowing back to his shoulders. His messages never were accusatory or went on and on about sin. He often said that the sin was forgotten by God, so why should he force his congregation to dwell on it?

  She looked back at the message board near the door. While the service usually held her attention, she really wanted to get a look at the notices posted. Many amongst the congregation posted small job opportunities and she needed to supplement her waitress income. Working at Wooden Ranch Breakfast House offered limited hours.

  ~ ~ ~

  She scanned the papers. "Babysitting."

  "That's all?" Josh was also looking.

  Yeah, can't you see what you're looking at? "Well, I don't want to mow lawns on the weekend."

  He shook his head. "Nah, not for you. Me maybe, but not you."

  The melodious and deep voice of Caleb Mann interrupted them. "Looking for some part-time work?"

  She turned. He was tall, if on the thinner side. Bookish, but his hair was long and flowing with character. "Ah, yes. Just babysitting jobs, though."

  Caleb stuck out his hand to Josh. "You two come regularly. You know me. This is my wife Olivia."

  Olivia was almost as tall as Caleb. Her hair was a deep black shot through with silver and white. It was styled wavy and long. Her gray eyes were generous and welcoming.

  Hands were shaken.

  Caleb said, "And you are…?"

  Her husband started as if remembering to introduce themselves. "Josh Lewis. And my wife Dina. My parents used to—"

  Caleb's face was already lit up. "Yes, we remember them. They haven't been around for… Did anything happen?" His face grew serious.

  "They moved away."

  Dina said, "To Alaska."

  Olivia gave a smile with raised eyebrows. "My goodness, that's far."

  "And cold."

  Josh frowned, "It's not that bad."

  Caleb touched both their shoulders in greeting. "We're glad you're members. God bless." It was a signal from him that he was ready to continue circulating.

  Dina watched them move over to another couple near the door. All four embraced with smiles. She recognized the other couple, but had never been introduced. They were very wealthy and drove a Mercedes.

  She saw Caleb hug the other woman. Would he ever hug me like that? She didn't think the pastor was the type to only be hugging the woman because of the money. Caleb was not the flashy type like all the televangelists on TV. He wore no fancy rings or heavy diamond bracelets or neck-chains. He wore a simple wedding band and drove a white Ford Bronco that had to be as old as she was.

  Josh said, "You should pick up the PennySaver and see what's there."

  It was a freebie local ad magazine at the grocery stores. People paid for personal ads, selling anything from old furniture to cars and trucks. There were even dating ads and of course, the job opportunities ads.

  She turned away from the pastor. "I guess so." The newspaper had been a bust. All that had been in it were ads for drilling technicians with twenty-plus years' experience and many a
ds for the United States Army. Why would someone with twenty years' experience decide to enter an entry-level position when they should have enough pension to retire? It made no sense. And the only companies offering these positions demanded experience. College? Forget it. Where's the experience? How did you get experience if you needed experience to get experience working for the only company offering that work in the entire state?

  Dumb.

  And she didn't want to join the army. She could, but it would take her away from Josh.

  She drove them home, but not before stopping at the mini-mart.

  "Getting a PennySaver?" he said.

  "Yes. Might as well. I can read it to sleep."

  "I think I'll come in with you and get a new Gallery."

  She shrugged. Didn't he have enough? He bought the skin magazine every month. He should just get a subscription. At first she had been bothered by it. She had found his stash while they were living together and they had talked about him getting rid of them. She had been of the opinion that she should be enough for him – never mind the fact she had a stash of nude males on her computer. They were too cute! In the end, she figured she shouldn't be a hypocrite and let the matter drop.

  He liked to excite himself over the pictures, masturbating to get ready for her. She had wondered about that, trying to remember back if he ever had a faraway look in his eyes when he did her – as if remembering one of his magazines. But, no, his eyes were always on her. She grew comfortable with it and thought it sexy when he played with himself while looking at some naked bimbo.

  Though aggravating when she was on her cycle, she liked to stroke him while he looked at his magazines. It made her very horny when she felt him swell in her hand and shoot his seed into a hand towel while looking at some girl's pussy. Very nasty.

  She entered the cool mini-mart and turned right to the freebie stand. Plucking a PennySaver, she turned and left. He could stand there buying his dirty magazine: she felt embarrassed.

  He got into the car and put the sack down at his feet. He was never in a rush to get to it and tear it from its plastic cover.

  At the apartment, she settled onto the couch while he turned on the TV. Opening the PennySaver, she set about marking off job ads. She inked scribbles onto the ones that held no promise. I don't want to drive an old man to get his prescriptions twice a week. No, I don't want to weed some vacant lot. No, I don't want to wash dirty dogs. No, I don't want another waitressing job. One was enough! Some ads she circled as possibilities; a launderer at a local non-chain hotel, walking dogs, private maid, security guard. Eh.

  She double and triple-circled the dog-walker ad and the private maid ad. She loved dogs. How hard could that be? A local pet store offered the service and hired the walkers. Hmm.

  She grabbed her cell from her purse.

  "Find something?" Josh was interested.

  "Dog-walker." She felt excited.

  "How much it pay?"

  "Ten an hour."

  Josh tilted his head one way and then the other. "Better than nothing."

  "Better than minimum wage." She thumbed the number.

  "Pet Emporium, Trisha speaking."

  She felt shaky. "Hi, I'm calling about the dog-walking ad?"

  A sigh from the other end. "Oh, honey, I filled that position two days ago when the ad came out. Had at least a hundred calls since then."

  "Oh…"

  "Sorry, dear." The phone went dead.

  "Nuts," she said.

  Josh muted the TV. "What happened?"

  "Filled two days ago."

  "Too bad."

  "Doesn't leave much. Private maid service on Saturday and Sunday mornings."

  "What's the pay?"

  "Doesn't say." Dina scrunched up her mouth. Would she have to pick up used underwear? Clean grungy bathrooms? Wipe snot off refrigerators? Gross.

  "Call and find out," he said.

  You're no help. "Yeah, I guess so." She didn't feel much enthusiasm to find out. She slowly pulled the phone back up into her view as if dragging a heavy weight. Maid, ugh.

  The number rang in the earpiece. A male voice answered. "Strauss residence."

  "Hi, I'm calling about the ad in the PennySaver?"

  "Ah, yes. Hold on a moment while I get back to my office." The line went silent.

  A minute later, the line went live again. "Are you there?"

  She heard the creak of a chair. "Yes."

  "Do you know the Strauss'?"

  "Um, no, I don't think I do."

  "Very good, then. The work is Saturday and Sunday mornings, about two hours of work. Involved is the floor care of a large room, cleaning of the guest bathrooms and showers, and service of the two guest bedrooms."

  Ugh. Sounds awful. "I see." She knew she didn't sound enthusiastic.

  The man hesitated, perhaps detecting her tone. "The pay is twenty dollars an hour and we provide the materials. If you finish faster, we pay a flat two hours, so you will always receive forty dollars per day."

  She blinked. "Oh."

  "Employment is conditional upon meeting the Strauss'. Would you like to set an appointment?"

  "Oh, you aren't doing the hiring?"

  "No, ma'am. I'm the butler. I will handle your employment, but Mr. and Mrs. Strauss will be the ones approving you for the position. It's a delicate matter."

  Delicate? Cleaning? "Um, okay."

  He gave her directions which she scribbled onto the back of the magazine. "Are you available for interview tomorrow?"

  Monday was not too busy a day. "I waitress in the mornings during the week. I could come when I get off at noon – will that be okay?"

  "Splendid. I will note you down for twelve-thirty. What is your name?"

  "Dina Lewis."

  "Very good Miss Lewis, I am Sebastian and will look forward to seeing you at twelve-thirty."

  "Okay."

  "Goodbye now." The phone went dead before she could say goodbye. She stared at the phone numbly.

  Josh lifted his chin at her. "You okay?"

  She heaved a sigh. "Yeah, I suppose. Just a weird phone call. I have an interview, anyway."

  "Great. The pay's good?"

  "Twenty an hour."

  "Wow!"

  "It's only two hours a day."

  "Still, that's awesome. Eighty bucks for a couple hours on the weekend?"

  "I guess they're rich. That was the butler."

  "Butler? No kidding?"

  She set aside the magazine and put her phone away. "His name was Sebastian, no less."

  ~ ~ ~

  Dina came out of the bathroom after preparing for bed. She felt oddly excited about the interview tomorrow. She paused outside the bathroom door and her insides began to warm.

  Josh was on the bed, the new magazine open. He was stroking himself while turning pages.

  She giggled to herself and went back into the bathroom. Grabbing a hand towel, she scurried back out. She said, "Hey, sexy."

  He gave her a smile and sat up.

  "Stand up and let me do that while you look."

  He chuckled. "Okay." He got off and stood by the bed and then pulled the magazine close.

  She poured a little oil on her hand and wiped it all over his semi-erect dick. She was standing a little behind him at his side. With his shaft slicked up, she started stroking. She peered at the magazine with her cheek against his shoulder. "Is that a good one, this time?"

  Not all of them were appealing. Each issue was almost an adventure. Will the girls be pretty? Or ugly with fake tits?

  He said, "Yeah, there's a nice one coming up." He liked to flip through the pictures really fast and then go back to look at them closer, after.

  She stroked, liking the feel of his hardness in her hand. Her own insides were warming up nicely.

  He paused, lingering on a gal with pink hair that hung above her shoulders.

  "You like that one?" she said, interested. Should I get pink hair?

  "She's okay."

  S
he saw his eyes moving over the girl's body. She slowed her movements, making them more sensual. His eyes darted down to the girl's pussy and he gasped.

  Just as she was getting hornier, he turned the page. I was having fun.

  "This is the nice one." He stopped on another picture set.

  Dina leaned in a little closer. It was a frizzy-haired blonde with large brown eyes. She looked very young and as thin as herself. Dina's hair was brown and touched with the slightest of waves. She cut it to have bangs. The girl on the page either spent hours frizzing her hair or if it was natural, she bet the girl hated it. It looked natural.

  He was gasping and his hips started to move with her thrusts.

  She liked it when he was that excited. It made her want to play with her pussy. "You like this one, huh?"

  "Yeah."

  "What do you like about her?" Always that wonder and worry about him not being totally satisfied with her.

  "She has a pretty pussy." He thrust his hips and she aimed his shaft towards the picture he was looking at. The girl in the picture was kneeling, her crotch tilted forward. She was lightly haired and very trimmed. Dina stroked him faster, moving her hand down hard to imitate hard thrusts.

  He began to shake.

  She loved it. "You like the looks of her pussy?" She fisted his erection with strong strokes.

  He was panting. "Yeah. Those are nice, puffy lips."

  His cock was bulging and hot in her hands. He was ready.

  "Okay, my turn," she said.

  He moaned in anticipation and closed the magazine.

  She hopped on the bed as he scrambled to get between her legs. Opening her thin legs wide, she accepted his first thrust with a happy sigh of satisfaction and pleasure.

  Josh heaved on her, driving his cock into her and causing spirals of euphoria to spread out from her pussy.

  She panted, the air being forced out of her as he dropped himself onto her with each thrust. She looked up into his eyes, happy and satisfied that they were together. He gazed back, and smiled.

  Then he came in her, flooding her with wetness and heat. She loved the feel and hugged him with her arms as he lay gasping on her. She hadn't finished, but she would do it later in the bathroom. She always did; as much as she loved Josh and he loved her, he didn't spend long enough in her to make her finish.