Horrified at what might soon change in their marriage, based on his hearing ONLY the previous conversation, she blurted out “How long have you . . . . . . . How much did you . . . . . hear Honey?” Her tone became almost accusatory. “I thought you were going golfing today . . . .. all day!” In her near panic, Paula could not decide whether to try to fake her way out of this, or to just pretend to ignore him.

Then she recalled Pastor Syh’s last instruction to her, “You will tell your husband ALL! Today! This very day.” Remembering his soft words, his gentle , almost whispered, command, she knew that she had no choice but to come clean and explain her new life to her husband, the life she had chosen to lead since she had taken her mission trip to Jamaica.

No, she could no longer put that very necessary, one could even say critical, religious duty off. She was already ashamed that she had kept her husband in the dark for this long. A lie was a lie, even if it was a lie of omission, a lie promulgated not telling her trusting and trusted husband the full and complete truth.

Finally taking the responsibility for her own previous decisions, she let the arm she had been holding behind her back drop to her side. Her hand held the implement she had just been exercising with. “Getting into shape,” Pastor Syh called it.

“Honey, I have to tell you something,” her scared little girl voice said, her eyes searching his in a frantic panic.

Edwards eyes gawked at the huge implement, the object that he had watched her riding as she discussed intimate things with the man on the other end of the computer cam conversation. Her husband’s lips were trembling when he finally spoke to her, his voice quaking in both pain and fear, his eyes riveted on the implement in her hand. “Tell me what, Paula?”

Paula’s head turned down, her face full of embarrassment and shame. She was so new to the Sybianite Rites that the Sybianite beliefs had not yet entrenched themselves into her subconsciousness.

She felt the instant sting of shame regarding sex, so firmly ingrained into her psyche from years, decades, of puritanical religious dogma. Struggling with every shamed fiber of her being, she raised her head, latched her eyes directly on her beloved husbands, and said “Honey, we have a lot to talk about. Please sit down, and I will tell you all about my new life.”

Edward heard the woman he treasured more than his own life say the words, “Her new life.” His heart lurched and his own bowels began to run liquid. His heart screamed in agony. ‘Is she going to say goodbye to me, is she leaving me?’ His eyes filled with tears, his heart surging in pain. His mouth was dry.

Edward found himself suddenly sitting on the edge of their couch, staring open mouthed at the woman he had thought he knew, thought he understood, and that he loved more than anything else in the world.

His wife knelt in front of him. Without trying to hide what she was doing, she parted the loose fitting robe she was wearing exposing her naked vaginal opening, and placed the large dark implement she had been holding in her hand below her body. With only a slight struggle, she captured it inside her womanhood, sinking slowly down onto its length until her tight little bottom was flat on the floor between her feet. She looked straight into her husband’s eyes unapologetically.

“When I speak of my new faith, I must have this within me, honey. It keeps me centered, focused, and creative.”

Paula began to tell her husband of her new found Sybianite faith.

The Sacred Secret Rites of the Sybianites - two

Edward’s eyes were locked on his wife’s body, delicately yet firmly ensconced around the implement she had been holding in her hand. It had seemed to be a male organ, complete with the impressions of pubic hair and veins and all the other eccentricities of a penis and set of testicles. The fat sacked testicles were still peaking out at him from under her tawny, neatly trimmed delicate curls.

But the size of it led him to believe it was some manufactured sexual aid designed and created for satire so often read about in sexual stories. ‘No man could have a package that huge!’ he thought as his eyes stared in brash yet respectful curiosity.

But! His darling little wife had that huge thing inside her! Edward was overcome with amazement. ‘Good Lord! How did she get that monster inside her tiny body? She must have stretched her body beyond any ability to return to her previous shape and size!’ About then his sexually over-stimulated brain realized that the shaft of the implement was nearly the size of a baby’s head!

“HONEY! What did I just say?” Her tone was impatient.

“Huh?” He suddenly realized that not only had he not heard what she said, but he had an unexpected rampant erection tenting his trousers.

“Honey, what did I just say?”

“You asked me what you just said!”

Exasperated, she stared at her husband with growing hostility. She had to find a way to not violate her newfound beliefs, and at the same time teach her husband about all the things she had been learning. He was, after all, a key part of what was to transpire for the next several decades. In order to think about her religion, and to teach it, she knew she had to have her meditation tool inside her.

Gently holding the comforting, fat testicles tightly to her sacred kitty, she stood, her satiny worship robe falling down from around her hips all the way to her knees. She padded off toward her study, one hand holding her worship aid inside her.

“Hey! Where you going baby?” Edward jumped up off the couch and followed her, his cock cruelly bent at a right angle inside his underwear. As he followed her hastily, he tried to straighten his penis out.

In his hurry, he ran into her when she suddenly stopped in front of the hallway cabinet. Irritated, she again frowned as she retrieved a small vial. Looking up at his eager face, she forced a smile, took his bulge in her hand, and led him forcefully toward the master bath.

Once there she unbuckled his belt, flirtingly smiling at him. Edward was certain he was about to get lucky! God knows his cock was ready to release his pent up sexual energy! About time too! He had not gotten any since she came back from her mission trip a week before!

Again she smiled at him as she lowered his underwear, exposing his already glistening erection. Her soft hand caressed him for a few moments, first his shaft and glans, and then his testicles. She removed the stopper to the vial, then sprinkled a few drops of it onto her soft palm, and began to massage his eager genitals.

Edward thought he had just died, and gone to heaven. His wife willingly playing with his cock, at midday no less! This had never happened to them before.

His eyes lovingly watched her hands stroking and massaging his rock-hard cock and tight skinned balls. “Oh god yes baby! Yes, never stop doing that! I love you baby! OHHHHH GOOOOD Honey, that is so . . . . . So . . . . .soooooooo . . . . . . ..”

Edward looked down at what had just a few seconds before been a gorgeous hard on. It was shrinking. He was losing his hard-on when his wife was still toying with his cock. This was inexplicable! He had fantasized for years about this very thing, and his damn cock was wilting on him!

Edward put his head back, his hands over his face in utter humiliation and frustration! ‘God, this cannot be happening to me!’ The erotic visions of catching his normally sedate and inhibited wife camming with a black man, with a huge implement going in and out of her randy pussy,. . . . . as she dildoed herSELF . . . . . . . . were swirling in his head. He had actually smelled her desire!

He thought he heard a click from down below. Opening his eyes, he saw that not only had he totally lost his erection, but he could no longer feel his dick! His wife was still touching him, but he could no longer feel her fingers!

Paula grinned up at him, then moved her hands away from his softness. There was something on it, on his dick! He moved his hand to his cock and touched it. He could feel nothing with his cock, but his fingers confirmed what his eyes told him. He had some sort of device on his penis and balls. No, just his penis. Whatever it was, it seemed to be looped under his balls, but the main part was completely covering his cock shaft and cock head. It seemed to force his cock shaft into a downward curve, as if to hide his cock head under his testicles.

“What the hell is this Paula?” he shouted, terrified. Just then she clicked one of his wrists to the bedpost with a handcuff.

“What the fuck!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!?” He could not believe this was really happening to him!

She stared patiently into his eyes. After a few long, moments, she asked “You ready to listen to me now, sweetheart?”

He fought it for a few more minutes, each tick of the clock making a stronger and stronger point about his predicament.

Then, finally, reluctantly he nodded meekly, his free hand still searching for any type of sensation in his cock and nuts.