15 comments/ 119546 views/ 78 favorites Church on State By: TheTalkMan (This story is posted on the Literotica website. Do not repost anywhere else without the author's consent. For fans of my stories, they know what kinds of things to expect. This story deals with similar themes as the stories by wannabeboytoy, seducedHylas, and Dark Betrayal, namely cheating, betrayal, and heartbreak. If stuff like that isn't your cup of tea, then you probably shouldn't bother reading it. Also, I would like to thank my biggest fan for his help coming up with the idea and preparing this story, and I would like to thank ForeShadow as well for his help. This story deals with religious themes. I know this is a touchy subject; this is not meant as a criticism of organized religion, and should be read in good humor. I do not condone any of these actions in real life. This is just a story. Enjoy.) Adam and Paula Fitzpatrick had left their home town of Parkersboro to escape the rampant corruption that gripped it to its core. They would return ten years later with hopes of cleaning it up. Adam and Paula were high school sweethearts. Adam had always been an outspoken guy, and that is what attracted Paula to him. To be honest, she had had a crush on him for years. They went to school together, and they also went to the same church. That was where she first laid eyes on him, during Sunday School, when they were children. She was smitten at first sight, but was too nervous to say anything. As she grew up, she just could not seem to work up the nerve to confess her feelings. She talked herself away from him, afraid of rejection, and her childish crush dissipated with maturity, though those initial feelings still lingered. During her middle school and early high school years, she explored other options, while still keeping an eye on Adam. That old flame still flickered, but not as brightly. Adam had always seemed shy as well, but as he grew up, he became more outgoing and outspoken. And once this happened, Paula's crush began to burn brightly once again. She would watch him when he was on stage with the debate team, and the passion with which he spoke reaffirmed her attraction to him immediately. It also didn't hurt that he had become an exceedingly handsome young man. Paula loved intelligent men, so watching this handsome young man speak with wisdom beyond his years, passionately defending his views and high minded ideals, was enough to rekindle the embers of Paula's crush. He drove her wild every time she saw him, watching him quietly from the crowd, heart pounding and face flushed hot and pink. It took awhile, but Paula eventually worked up the nerve to talk to him, and she could see him perk up when she started talking politics. Their first meeting evolved from awkward chit-chat into a friendly debate, and she could feel his respect for her growing as they developed a fluid give and take, each conceding politely to the other's point of view. They started dating soon after that, and quickly became inseparable. Adam recognized a kindred spirit in Paula. For most people his age, talking about politics and world issues was taboo; most of their classmate's interests were banal and selfish, ordinary. In Paula, he found someone he could talk to and learn from. She was as informed and proactive as he was. It also didn't hurt that she was extremely cute. Cute and funny. And she didn't let him get too serious about things. She kept him grounded and did not let him take himself too seriously. Adam wasn't the type of guy to go after the hottest girl around; though those types of vapid sluts seemed to pursue him endlessly, drawn to him despite his disinterest. He wanted a girl with substance. And Paula had substance. She had personality. That's not to say she wasn't pretty, because she was. She may not be a model, but she was more than enough for him. She had a cute, round cheeked, face, with mousy brown hair and a light bit of freckles. She had smooth, creamy pale skin. Her body was petite, and he soon realized that Paula had some body issues. Adam still remembered the first time they made love. It was both of their first times. It was the greatest moment of his life up to that point. He enjoyed himself, but Paula at times seemed hesitant and unsure. She did not think her boobs enough for him, but he comforted her, telling her anything more than a handful was a waste. She didn't think her butt was round enough, her slim hips wide enough, but he consoled her, telling her it was perfect as is, and yet again, more than a handful is a waste. As time went on, Paula loosened up, and Adam could feel her confidence grow in herself, as he constantly reassured and comforted her. Paula couldn't help but wonder how she got so lucky to end up with a man like Adam. In her opinion, he was the hottest guy she had ever seen. He had a lean, muscular, build, solid but not imposing. He had a strong jaw line and sharp features, making him stand out from the crowd. He had a boyish charm, and an extremely charming smile, and these features made him seem approachable and affable. And he had a smile you had to earn. Sometimes, he could be a bit too serious about things, but Paula knew just the way to ground him and put that cute smile of his on his face. He had charisma that could carry a room. He never dominated the conversation, he always let people speak their mind, but the way he spoke made everyone want to listen. Paula could tell he was meant to be a politician. He was perfect for it. Paula realized she could never do the things Adam could do. Adam was a star. But Adam needed someone like her at his side, and Paula vowed to be there. Paula knew it was destiny when Adam confessed that he had had a crush on her since they were young, when he saw her at Sunday School, but had been too shy to approach her. They shared a laugh as she confessed the same feelings during her younger days, and they wondered what could have been had they gotten together earlier. Adam proposed to Paula during their graduation ceremony. There was not a dry eye in the house. Most parents would be hesitant to let their 18 year old child get married, but their parents realized those two were perfect for each other. They married quickly at the Church they had attended their entire lives, the Church where they had first seen each other. It was as they were deciding which college to attend that they realized the corruption that had spread through the town they grew up in. Parkersboro had seemed like the perfect little town, but as they grew up the shiny veneer of the city started to disappear, revealing the town's seedy underbelly. Urban decay set in, as streets fell into disrepair, street gangs spread graffiti, and vandals ran rampant, destroying or desecrating public property. Those in government were exposed for some of the unseemly things they did; bribes, back alley deals, abuse of power, scandal; but they always seemed to escape justice. The drug trade was thriving, and the police were unable or unwilling to do anything about it, as most of the cops were eventually revealed to be on the take. The criminals were running the town, it seemed, and no one was stopping them. Most importantly for them, though, was that this taint had spread to the Church. Both of them were devout Catholics, and they both would say that part of the reason they turned out as grounded, mature, young adults was due to their involvement in the Church. But the Church's greed and suspicion of involvement in some shady dealings had shaken their faith. Now that their Church was corrupt, it seemed that part of what made their home was gone and the memory of those bright and happy days with it. Both Adam and Paula were aware of this cancerous taint, but neither was in a position to do anything about it. Adam hated what his hometown had become. He vowed to himself that he would change things. He would not let himself be corrupted like so many others were. He vowed to be a beacon of hope. He vowed to be the one to change things. But he knew now was not the time. It was with heavy hearts that both of them chose to leave Parkersboro and go to college out of state, both leaving home for the first time. They were nervous as they entered college, unsure of how to start a new life in a new place. But they acclimated quickly and turned this new city into their new home. They got a house together, they joined a Church together, and they went to school together. Things were great. As time passed, it still nagged at both of them that their home town had ended up with such a tarnished reputation. They both kept up with Parkersboro in the news, and things only seemed to get worse. This grated them, but they were still not in a place to be able to do anything. They both went on to study Political Science in school, hoping to pursue a career in politics, but, deep down, they both knew Adam was the one with a future in politics. He was a man that could get people on his side. Paula was just as intelligent as he was, but she did not have the charisma, the passion, or the strikingly good looks that he did. She was not a bad looking girl, but she did not stand out from the crowd. Immediately after graduation, Adam and Paula both got jobs with the local government. They knew they needed to get their feet wet, and experience how the political system worked first-hand. It did not take long for people to recognize Adam's political talent, and once they did he quickly rose within the political ladder. Within two years he was elected mayor. This city had never had a more popular Mayor. For once, the Mayor was not some cigar chomping stodgy old rich guy, but a young and vibrant forward thinking go-getter, who genuinely cared about the community. He was clever, using the media and the internet in a way the old guard would never think of. He was a young-man in an old-man's game. His charisma won over people quickly, and the disillusioned youth found someone they could believe in. He was their voice. And to the dismay of his competitors, he was an immediate success. The local economy grew, unemployment went down and local businesses thrived. And he was most proud of the fact that he had stood up to corruption. He had been offered bribes, offered back-alley deals, and he was even threatened, but Adam stood up for himself. He stood up for good. He had succeeded in the way he wanted to. He had never felt more pride. As his first term came to an end, people were calling for his re-election. But the truth was his thoughts still dwelled on Parkersboro. He knew now he had what it took to clean up a town, and get it on the straight and narrow. He knew he had what it took to end corruption, and nothing tantalized him quite like going home and cleaning it up. Part of him wanted to stay here and continue the work he started, but he couldn't resist the temptation. It was with a heavy heart that he announced that he would not be returning as Mayor for a second term. He was going home. Adam and Paula returned home for the first time in nearly ten years. It was nice to see their friends and family, but unfortunately, Parkersboro had not improved. The strain of corruption was apparent in every facet of the town. The businesses, City Hall, and even the schools. Adam knew he had his work cut out for him. Adam had already started his campaign for Mayor of his birthplace, and even though the election was not for another eight months, he had a home base set up, in an old restaurant, where he had his people spreading the good word about him, generating positive buzz. Paula was his campaign adviser, and helped handle the financial side of the campaign. She was the perfect person to have on his side, and plus, it was nice to spend as much time as he could with his soul-mate. To get support for his campaign, Adam was required to meet with the heads of various organizations, and that's what he was doing today. He was meeting with the newly elected Mother Superior of the local convent. Paula had set this meeting up, as she still maintained a close relationship with the Church. While Adam still maintained his faith, he did not attend Church as often as he used to. The Church had a negative stigma attached to it that had left him disillusioned. He still attended when he could, but it was mostly for Paula's sake. She was much more devout than he was, and she had confessed that if she wasn't in politics, she would be working for the Church. She was happy to see that the Church in Parkersboro where they had gotten married was under the guidance of a new group, led by a new Mother Superior. Paula had yet to meet her, but everyone spoke very highly of her. Paula was quick to accommodate when she'd received a call requesting a sit down with Adam from this Sister Catherine. Paula had some ulterior motives as well. Part of her knew a surefire way to get a group of voters was to get the church on their side. Plus, despite his best efforts, Paula had caught on to the fact that he was not as dedicated to the Church as he used to be. She was hoping that maybe this new, supposedly charismatic and influential Mother Superior could maybe win him back. Adam and Paula were waiting in his office for the Mother Superior to arrive. Their campaign office operated out of a small storefront they'd leased in one of the more run-down neighborhoods. When they'd moved in the front window was broken and boarded up, and it was covered with lewd and offensive graffiti. Adam had never been afraid of hard work, and in the space of a week had transformed the run down storefront into his renewed and renovated campaign office. Adam thought it important to be close to the action; to show not only his dedication to community outreach, having employed many of the locals in some way or another, but that he was not afraid. Now his campaign office stood as testament to his promise that he'd similarly clean up the rest of Parkersboro. The gleaming white spit-shined storefront stood out as a sign of his incorruptibly spirit in the midst of the ruin that surrounded it. Paula had decided to have the Mother Superior meet them here, to show their dedication, and hopefully to impress her and gain the Church's support. "So, you haven't even met her?" Adam asked. "No, but I have only heard good things." Paula said. "Do you know if she is punctual?" Adam asked, checking his watch, and tapping it with his finger three times for effect, holding it up to his ear as if to make sure it was still ticking. "No." Paula said with a laugh, "I haven't heard that." Adam stood and walked over to the window. He looked at the city, a city he hoped would soon within his power to save. "There are better things we could be doing right now, as opposed to meeting with all these leaders of these organizations. We could be out on the streets, getting our name out there, doing good," Adam huffed, a little frustrated. It was not in him to be cooped up in one place. He was constantly at work, constantly moving. Paula came up behind him. "Honey you need to calm down." she said, rubbing his shoulders. She knew how worked up he could get sometimes, but like a good wife, she knew how to calm him down. She kissed his neck and as she continued to rub his neck she could feel him relax a bit, pushing back against her. "I always love how you looked all dressed up." she said, admiring her fit, sexy husband in his dress clothes. Adam turned to face his wife. He wrapped his hands around her waist. "You don't want to get me too relaxed. You don't want me to have to take the rest of the afternoon off and show you what happens when you rub my shoulders like that," Adam growled in mock lust, leaning forward to kiss his pretty wife. She giggled and kissed him back. Before they could get carried away, there was a knock at the door as it opened. Adam and Paula pulled apart just in time as somebody walked in. "Hello?" a female voice called out questioningly. A head peeked around the door. Her headpiece gave away her identity. She looked over at the red faced couple, startled and embarrassed at having been caught in an intimate moment by a Nun. "Oh, I'm sorry. Is this a bad time?" the Nun inquired with a polite giggle that put them at ease. Adam looked over, and he was surprised to see she was so young. He expected an older woman, not the pretty face of the woman standing behind the door. "No, by all means, come on in." Adam said, pulling away from Paula and walking towards the nun to greet her. As he did, she stepped out from behind the door and shut it. As she did, Adam couldn't help but study her. She was strikingly gorgeous. Bright, friendly eyes, pouty lips, and a cute, dimpled, smile. She only looked to be couple years older than him. Adam realized this woman could have been a model, but obviously she had gone the opposite direction. He glanced at the rest of her, and even though she was wearing a bulky habit, with the way the unflattering garment was cinched at her waist, the way the bulky material draped off her lush form so dramatically suggested that she had a good body. And despite his better judgment, he could not help but note that with the way the habit hung off her, it seemed as if she had a very sizable chest. Adam realized what he was doing, looking at this pious representative of the Church with that same calculating leer he had seen his frat buddies use when sizing up a hot bodied sorority slut, and he looked up into her eyes before anyone could notice his shame. "Hello, Mother Superior. I'm Adam Fitzpatrick. This is my wife, Paula." Adam said, quick to regain his senses, gesturing towards Paula as he invited her in. "Please, no need for the formalities. You can call me Catherine." she said with a warm smile, holding out her hand. Adam took her hand in his, and she squeezed it gently. She did the same with Paula. Adam went and sat behind his desk, and Paula sat to the side. Catherine sat across the desk, facing Adam. As Catherine took her seat, she fidgeted with her outfit, as if it was uncomfortable. Well, it was a pretty hot day, Adam thought. "So, how can I help you Catherine?" Adam asked. She had requested this meeting, so Adam was here to let her say her piece. "Well, first of all, it's nice to see a fresh face in town. I think we are in agreement that things around here need to change. Lord above knows that I've have done my part," Catherine started, looking up and crossing her heart, "Before I got here, the Church was extremely corrupt, and I sought to change that. Some have rejected my group. They called us untraditional, or an outlying sect. People fear change, and they will oppose it. So, you need to remain strong in order to succeed. Trust me, I know. So I am here to help. I know there can't be any formal business done between us, but the Church's support can go far. I try to keep myself active and informed politically, so I know you are the future, Adam. I not only want to establish a relationship between your campaign and the church, but I want to establish a strong relationship between you two and my Church," Catherine concluded. "What do you mean?" Adam asked, raising a questioning eyebrow. "We have done our research on you two, and we have noticed you guys haven't come back to our church since arriving back in town. I would like to change that," Catherine stated firmly. "Well, we've been busy with the campaign. I have been going to a Church just outside town, and Adam comes when he can." Paula replied nervously, afraid of offending the Mother Superior, squirming slightly underneath her stern gaze. "Well, I hope to change that. I want you guys to come to my church, and see what we have to offer. I hope that you two will come back week after week. And if you like what you see, then you will have the Church's full support in the upcoming election. I will make myself indispensable to your campaign. If you need anything from me, let me know. Not only do I want you to get close to the Church, I want you two to be close to me. I am hoping that, during this campaign, we can all grow to be close friends," Catherine paused, leaning forward slightly, "Very close friends." Church on State Adam smiled, as she finished her speech. "So, you have been called untraditional. What makes you guys untraditional?" Adam inquired, knitting his fingers together as he leaned forward to hear her reply. "I feel I have a far more progressive world view than most of my contemporaries. Honestly, I think the Church is stuck in the past. The Church adheres to a lot of dogma and custom that is no longer relevant in our modern society. The more we get stuck in the past, the more we drive the people of the present away. I feel that if the Church does not evolve, attendance will go down, and our message will be lost. People think of Pastors and Nuns as old, rigidly boring people. I want to show the youth of today that they can be involved in the Church and that the Church can be youthful, cool, and most importantly, relevant. I am trying to bring us up to the present, with an eye towards the future," Catherine paused, sitting up a straighter, chest thrust proudly forward, "The Church, in many ways, inhibits a lot of the ways that some people experience God in their own lives. In many ways, the church shoots itself in the foot. Like I said, I am more progressive than most. For example, I feel one of the ways in which I differ from most is my attitude on sex. While there are certain rules in place, I feel there is more wiggle room than most. I argue that the church should be far more open with sex, not treat it as some dirty thing that should be hidden. I feel a more open discourse on sex would be beneficial for all. We should encourage people to have healthy sexual relationships, and still live a pious life. Sex happens, whether we hope it doesn't or not. That's just one of the things that differentiate us from the 'normal' church." Catherine proposed proudly, "In the past the Church has acted as if the act of physical love for pleasure rather than procreation was a shameful practice, but this only drove such physical intimacy into the alleys and the back rooms; in effect Church unwittingly created prostitution, and made it profitable. It is this feeling of shame that leads to adultery, betrayal, and sin. If the Church is more open and accepting and preached education and restraint rather and shame, think of all the unwed teen mothers, or divorces that could be avoided?" Adam nodded slowly, taking in what she said. "How does the Church feel about this?" Adam asked pointedly. Catherine laughed. "Well, they don't agree with the views and philosophies of one upstart young Nun such as myself, but what they do like the fact that attendance has increased 150% since my arrival in town." Catherine stated proudly. Adam nodded, impressed. "Well, I don't have much more to say. I hope I can count on seeing you two on Sunday. If there is anything more you want to discuss after seeing what I have to offer, we can do it then." Catherine said. "We'll be there." Adam said with a smile, rising from his seat. "I should be going." Catherine said, looking at the clock on the wall. She stood, as did the married couple, while they said their goodbyes. Catherine turned to Paula, and took her small hand in hers, "Thank you for making time for me, Child. The Lord smiles on devoted young women like you." Paula flushed, as Catherine turned to leave, closing the door behind her. "What do you think?" he asked his wife. "Actually, I kinda like her." she said brightly. "Me too." Adam said. "She might be a little out there as far as nuns go, but she is a free thinker and that is the type of person we want on our side." Paula said. "Agreed." Adam replied. "She's definitely not your typical nun." Paula added. ********** Adam and Paula attended Catherine's Church the next Sunday. As they entered the Church, they were blown away by how packed it was. They were able to find some seats in the back to take in the show. They watched the Priest take them through the service, and once he was done, Catherine emerged, to the delight of the crowd. For the next few minutes, Catherine spoke. All eyes were on her as she spread her message. Adam and Paula saw her at work for the first time, and her charisma and passion showed through. She had the crowd in the palm of her hand, entranced. Adam realized Catherine would be an incredible politician. He might be able to learn a few things from her. Adam and Paula gave each other impressed nods as Catherine finished and the service came to a close. They waited as people filed out of the Church. Once enough space had cleared out, they made their way towards the front of the Church to talk to Catherine. Catherine smiled as she saw them approach. "So, what did you two think?" Catherine asked with a bright smile. "It was pretty impressive." Paula said. Adam nodded in agreement. "Can I expect to see you guys here next week?" Catherine asked. "Sure." Paula volunteered eagerly, "I've always loved the Church, so I would be happy to get more involved." "That sounds great! And how about you, Adam?" Catherine questioned, meeting his gaze with her own. "I'll be here when I can," Adam stated diplomatically. He noticed a disappointed frown cross his wife's thin lips. To be honest, Adam was a bit weary of Catherine. Sure she was charismatic and she put on a great show, but he thought that the theatrics might be a distraction. He was impressed but he was not quite as enamored with her as Paula was. He was not quite as fulfilled by the Church as he had used to be. The corruption he had encountered had left a sour taste in his mouth, and as he got older, he started to question a lot of his beliefs, including the existence of God. He put up a good front in front of Paula, but he was conflicted internally by this question, his faith tenuous. "Well, I can't wait to see you. And if either of you want to ever talk one on one, my door is always open," Catherine said invitingly. Adam and Paula nodded and turned to leave. They walked out of the Church, hand in hand. Neither of them knew it, but a pair of eyes was watching them. A woman's eyes. Her eyes glued onto Adam's butt as he walked. She smiled to herself. She looked forward to the day when she would see that butt bare. She looked forward to the day when she would see that butt of his as he thrust into her, driving his no doubt large dick into her and filling her with his seed. Her pussy moistened at the thought. She knew it was only a matter of time. She knew that very soon, his wife would be out of the picture, and he would seek comfort in her lush body. ********* Paula was interested in taking Catherine up on her offer of a one-on-one meeting. She tried to talk Adam into it, but he brushed her off, claiming he was too busy, but he wished her luck. That was how Paula found herself in the Church during the week. She was walking the halls of the Church, looking for Catherine's office. She finally stumbled upon it, and she looked in to see Catherine at her desk. Paula knocked to get her attention. "Oh, Paula! So good to see you. Please, sit down." Catherine said, smiling as she stood and welcomed her guest, gesturing to an empty chair. Paula sat down, and Catherine followed suit. "So, how can I help you?" Catherine questioned, as she settled back into her comfortably plush chair. "Well, I want to help out here at the Church however I can." Paula replied, as she tried to get comfortable in the stiff-backed wooden chair. "That's wonderful news. We can get down to business later, but I want to get to know you better, okay?" Catherine beamed. "Uh, sure, what do you want to know?" Paula answered hesitantly. "How is your marriage going? It must be pretty stressful," Catherine probed, raising a delicate eyebrow. "It's going okay. You're right, it is stressful at times, and we both understand that we don't have as much...quality time...as we used to, but it comes with the territory, I guess," Paula admitted embarrassed. Paula had pretty much confessed to her that they don't get to have sex as much as they used to, and hoped that Catherine had not picked up on it, but she could already see the look of sympathy in the Nun's intelligent and knowing eyes. "I totally understand. I know how difficult it must be to maintain a healthy relationship with the stress you two are under," Catherine said comfortingly, "How's Adam doing?" "He's good. He's busy, but he's good." Paula answered quickly, trying to defuse this line of questioning, as her cheeks became pink with embarrassment. Catherine smiled. "So, how would you like to help?" Catherine asked, changing the subject, much to Paula's relief. "Well, in any way I can. I am busy, obviously, but anything I could do to help that could fit in my schedule would be perfect," Paula responded eagerly, "To be honest, I have always wanted to do more work at the Church. I've told my husband that if I wasn't in politics, I would have gone into the Church. Maybe I would have been a Nun like you." "Really?" Catherine replied, a sly grin creeping across her stunning face, as she again raised her delicate eyebrow, "You know, we are always on the lookout for more women to join the Church as Nuns. If you ever felt the compulsion, we would love to have you." Catherine offered. . "Oh, I don't know about that. I'm married now. I think that time has passed," Catherine answered, laughing the suggestion off. Catherine stared at her, her beautiful face suddenly stern and serious. "We are accepting of women from all facets of life. It is never too late to join the Church. It doesn't matter if you are young, old, single, married. Sure, sacrifices must be made to live a more virtuous life, but to be closer to the Lord, that would make all it all worth it. Believe me, I know." Catherine countered, stern and forceful. Paula suddenly felt small. "Um, well, I'll think about it." Paula said, eager to move on from this conversation. The rest of the conversation was pretty dull, as they discussed the various opportunities for Paula to help out. They came to an agreement for her to help out at an event later in the week. Paula left in a good mood, but a little shaken by Catherine's offer. Part of what Catherine said resonated with her. Part of her was tempted by the idea of becoming a Nun. She had always been devoted to the Lord, and part of her wished she could live a life that would illustrate that fully. But, she just could not, right? If she were to become a Nun, she would have to get divorced, and she could not do that. She loved Adam more than anything. She would have to give up on the pleasures in life that she had gotten used to. She would have to give up all of her stuff. She would have to give up the life she lived. She would have to give up sex! She could not do any of that...could she? ********** Adam was in his office, taking care of some paperwork. He was a little worried about Paula. She had seemed distant the previous night, and when he asked her about it, she said she was fine. But Adam knew his wife well, and he knew something was up, but she would not tell him what. Adam was worried about her, but he was too busy to press the issue. The campaign trail was tough. It was hard to get donors to support his cause. The people with money did not want things to change because the current ways benefited them. He was hoping his campaign would not fall apart due to lack of funds. He had the right message, but he hoped it did not get lost because of a lack of money. Adam stretched, and rubbed the sleep from his eyes; he could feel fatigue setting in, having put in many long hours in the past few weeks; and decided that he should wind down the day and head home as soon as he checked the mail. Adam picked up the stack of mail he had received and started sorting through it. He finally reached a large, unmarked envelope. He opened it up and reached inside. His fingers latched onto what felt like glossy 8x10 pictures. He pulled them out and flipped them around. He was stunned by what they revealed. He was holding a stack of pictures of a woman. And not just any woman. They were pictures of an extremely voluptuous woman, in very little clothes. To put it bluntly, this woman was stacked. She had giant breasts, snugly tucked into a scandalously tight bra. They looked absolutely huge. Adam had never seen bigger breasts in his life. They were complimented by the fact that those huge tits were on an otherwise firm, fit frame. She had smooth, tan skin and a firm, flat, belly. His assessment was that she was in great shape. Adam's eyes trailed down her belly, past her cute belly button, to her underwear. The only things this woman wore were a lacey pink bra and a matching set of skimpy pink panties. Both items of clothing were semi-transparent, which allowed Adam a glimpse at both of her turgid, juicy, nipples and the small strip of hair above her pussy. The only thing Adam could not see was the woman's lower legs and her face. He could see just a hint of her long smooth brunette hair as it fell over her shoulders. Adam had to admit, this woman was amazingly sexy. Then he realized this was only the first picture. He flipped to the next photo. The first photo had been from the front, the second was from the back. This allowed Adam to see this woman's perfectly ripe heart-shaped ass, teasingly exposed by the skimpy little thong she was wearing. Adam had to admit her ass was absolutely perfect. It was round and firm, and jutted out in just the right way. Adam's eyes trailed up her smooth, sexy back, the graceful slope of which was only marred by the overworked strap of her straining bra, stretched so tight it cut into her supple white skin. The picture again only exposed a bit of her long brunette hair before the picture cut off. Adam flipped to the final picture. This one again highlighted her prodigious bust, still encased in the sexy bra, but unlike the others, this picture showed part of her face, namely her mouth. Her glossy bee-stung lips were thick and full, and were covered with sexy deep red lipstick. They were pursed in a kissing motion, and her hand was under her chin, as if she was blowing a kiss to the person looking at the photo. On the bottom of the picture were words, written in the same shade of lipstick and sealed with a kiss. "I thought you would enjoy these. XOXO." Adam neck snapped up at the sound of a creak in the hallway, and he was gripped with a sudden paranoia that he would be caught looking at these sexy photos. His first instinct was to shred them and be done with it, but he was aware that his opponents could easily be going through his trash, looking for any dirt they could find on him. He instead resolved to open a locked drawer in his desk and shoved the pictures inside, locking it again. He gave the drawer a solid jerk, ensuring it was secure. The drawer did not budge. Satisfied that his secret was safe, he dropped the key into his breast pocket to ensure that no one would be able to rifle through his desk but himself. He did not know who had sent these pictures, or what they were trying to accomplish. He knew it was all too easy for politicians to get embroiled in scandal for stuff like this, so he decided just to brush it off and try not to give it too much thought. As Adam left for the night, he could not help but wonder who the woman in the photos was. If he would have studied the photos longer, he would have noticed a clue to the woman's identity. He was too lost in her hot body to care. If he would have studied the last picture a little longer he would have noticed what the woman had around her neck. And if he had studied her cleavage just a little longer, he would have noticed what the clue was. He might have noticed the rosary around her neck, and the cross tucked snugly in this woman's incredible cleavage. ********** It was a few days later and Paula was at the Church. She was cleaning up after an arts & crafts event for some of the neighborhood kids. As she threw some stuff away, she heard a voice from behind her. "I think this went well," Catherine chirped cheerfully as she entered the room. "Yeah, it was fun," Paula answered back with a smile, standing up and brushing off her hands. "I'm surprised your husband hasn't come by to meet with me yet." Catherine mused, the corners of her mouth dropping in a slight, disappointed, frown, "I had hoped he'd come out with you today." "Well, he's been pretty busy," Paula replied apologetically, "He was going to come help me out, but something came up. I'm sure he'll drop by soon." "He'd better. He'll end up in my office sooner or later." Catherine laughed, stepping next to Paula, and put her hand on the smaller woman's shoulder, giving it a firm and insistent squeeze, "Have you thought about what we discussed last time?" "W-What are you talking about?" Paula questioned with a hint of confusion. "We had discussed you joining the convent," Catherine answered, the humor gone from her usually melodious voice, her eyes stern and serious again. "Oh, uh, no, I hadn't really thought about it," was Paula's shaky response, as she squirmed uncomfortably under Catherine's gaze, "I assumed you were joking." "I never joke where the Lord is involved," Catherine replied humorlessly. Catherine sighed, as she put her arm firmly around Paula's shoulder and began to lead her to the door in the back, "I'm pretty good at reading people Paula, and I think I have a good read on you. I can tell that you desperately want to join us here, but you are too scared to do so. You are too afraid at how Adam will react. You need to understand how life-changing joining the Church can be. That feeling of freedom and satisfaction will make it all worth it. Trust me." Catherine explained. Paula was taken aback. "I don't know what you are talking about. I don't believe I am giving off that impression," Paula responded, flustered, as she scrambled to keep pace Catherine's long legged stride, as the nun gently lead her towards the back. "So, you don't want to be closer to the Lord?" Catherine questioned, raising her delicately trimmed eyebrow. "That's not what I'm saying, it's just..." Paula mumbled before Catherine cut her off. "You sound unsure. Let me show you around a bit," Catherine offered, opening the door that lead into the recesses of the church, "I want you to meet some of my girls." Catherine walked through, expecting Paula to follow. Paula felt uncomfortable about this, but she felt obligated to follow. She walked behind Catherine as they walked the halls of the Church. Finally, Catherine led her threw a door into a large room. A nun walked past Paula, and she was shocked by what she saw. The nun was young; younger than her; and she was gorgeous, but most noticeable was her outfit. She was wearing a habit, but it was unlike any she had ever seen. It was absolutely painted on. Painted across her voluptuous body. Her large breasts. Her bubble butt. It was practically a body suit. She was confused by this, and she looked at Catherine quizzically. "I see you noticed her habit," Catherine said proudly, "I know it's a bit untraditional, but you will find I'm a bit of an untraditional girl. Besides, I teach my girls to highlight the gifts that God gave them." Catherine paused and then added, "God gifted these woman with physical beauty to better attract parishioners and spread his word; that's why they call it being 'blessed.'" Paula looked around and saw she was in a room full of nuns. Paula could immediately see Catherine's influence, as these girls were clearly not your typical nuns. All of the nuns were her age or younger, and they all adhered to Catherine's fashion code; namely tight, form fitting habits. Paula was stunned. Each one of these girls was stunningly beautiful. Each one of these nuns had hot bodies, illustrated by their tight habits. She could not help but notice that each one of these girls was quite blessed in the chest department, every last one of them exceedingly busty. Each one of them had hourglass figures, fit and firm. Paula realized that each one of these nuns could have been models. Nude models. Centerfolds. Porn stars. Church on State "Why haven't I seen these before?" Paula asked, looking around in confused wonderment. A lot of the nuns had helped out at the event they just held, and they were all wearing similar outfits to Catherine. Traditional habits. It was as if they changed now that they were out of sight of the public. "Some people are hesitant when confronted with change. We keep the peace, for now, but eventually, these will be our daily wear in public." Catherine responded matter-of-factly. Paula had to admit that she was impressed by her bold confidence in what she viewed as an unlikely future. "Do you have one?" Paula asked playfully, as she gave an amused look at this unusual yet beautiful woman. "Of course. I would ask my girls to wear those if I was not willing to do so myself," Catherine boasted proudly. Paula marveled at this woman. She did not come across like a nun to her. Nuns were not usually this open and candid...or fun to be around. Catherine had a way about her that made you want to be near her. Catherine showed Paula around, introduced her to the nuns, and explained some of their daily lives and some of the charitable events they took a part in almost daily, such as helping the homeless, helping the imprisoned, and cleaning up the city. Paula was impressed. "Paula, I think you would fit right in here. My girls and I value passionate people who care about the Lord and his Flock. My girls and I value people who have been blessed by the Lord in many ways. The Lord has blessed you with a selfless soul. You would fit right in here," Catherine said. Paula was flattered to think she would fit in with these girls. They were all so beautiful. Paula had never been one of the hot girls. Sure, she was pretty, but she had always been more studious than most of her counterparts. While the hot, slutty girls were out going to parties, getting laid and having fun, she was in her room, studying. She had never fit in with those girls, and she had never tried. For the first time in her life, another woman was implying that she would fit in with a group of beautiful women. Paula liked to think she was pretty, but in an understated way. She would be described as bookish by most. Even though Adam always called her beautiful, Paula had always had a realistic view of her own looks, and she knew she was not a full-blown hottie. She had cute brunette hair, cute glasses, and a cute sense of style. She was cute, and nothing more. But, she was cute enough to land a stud like Adam, and that thought made her smile. But no amount of self-justification could make her compare her cup size with these girls and hope to match up. She had never outgrown her A-cup bra, a fact that had always frustrated her. She had always hoped her breasts would grow bigger, but her prayers went unanswered. She had to watch in school as girls she hated, girls who were total bitches, sprouted giant breasts while she could barely fill a training bra. She had always felt like girls looked down at her and laughed at her behind her back, and in some cases straight in her face, for having such meager breasts. She had always been told breast size did not matter, but for awhile, she doubted that. She watched as all the hot guys in school ended up with girls whose only redeeming qualities were their massive boobs. All the evidence pointed to the simple fact that guys loved big breasts, no matter the girl they were attached to. This hypothesis lasted for a few years, until she met Adam. Adam showed her that not all men had to be with a woman with big titties. Adam did not care about stuff like that. He loved her as she was. "Melody, can you come over here please." Catherine called across the room, shaking Paula out of her revelry. Paula watched as a woman walked out of the crowd. Like all the girls here, it seemed, she had massive breasts which jutted out in front of her. Paula could not help but watch jealously as they jiggled with her every graceful step. And then she looked up at Melody, and immediately recognized her. "How can I help you, Reverend Mother?" Melody questioned, her voice as sweet as her name. "Melody? Melody Banks?" Paula asked incredulously, eyes wide. "Paula?" Melody asked, her face lighting up. She squealed in joy and hugged Paula, crushing her large, firm, breasts against Paula's non-existent chest. Paula was a bit confused. To be honest. Melody was one of the girls in high school that she hated. The one's that were bitches and sprouted the huge boobs Paula so desperately envied. The one's that looked down at Paula. The one's that Paula wished she could be like. "How are you doing Paula?" Melody inquired cheerfully, "You look good!" "Oh, thanks. Things are good. Helping Adam with the election," Paula replied awkwardly. "I'm glad to hear you guys are still going strong. He was always a hunk." Melody replied with a sly grin and knowing wink that made Paula uncomfortable. Paula remembered what Melody used to be like. Melody had been a shameless flirt in high school. She was the type of girl that would hit on any guy she found hot. Any guy single or taken. Paula still remembered the time she caught her flirting with Adam. Adam said it was nothing, but Paula always held onto him extra tight when she was around. To put it nicely, Melody was not the most...pure girl around, so Paula was shocked to see Melody as part of the Church. She had always seemed like she looked down on Paula for being so devout, but here she was, a nun. "I must say, I'm shocked to see you here," Paula said bluntly. "Melody here was living a life of sin," Catherine started. "I recruited her to the church a few years ago. Now, she is on the correct path. Melody, did you make the right choice?" "Oh, absolutely. I have never felt more right about anything I have done. Catherine taught me so much. I had never experienced God until Catherine here showed me the way. I can't tell you how many religious experiences I have had since joining the convent." Melody answered sweetly. "You see, Paula. Tell me, have you ever experienced a moment in life where you saw God? We experience that every day. A true religious experience. The feeling is indescribable. Don't you want to see what it's like?" Catherine said, tempting her. "Um, not exactly..." Paula said, wondering if they were telling the truth. "Well, just know that you are so close to experiencing that. I know there are sacrifices you have to make. You have to leave your husband. You have to give up sex. But wouldn't it be worth it?" Catherine said. Catherine seemed so sure and cannily serious about this that Paula just knew she was telling the truth. Paula had to admit she had never had a religious experience, not like they spoke of. Paula had to admit it did sound tempting, but she couldn't, could she? She was married! She was in love! "Um, I don't know, uh, it's just, I can't." Paula answered meekly. "The choice is up to you, Paula, and the offer is always open." Catherine said with a disappointed smile. "I won't push it any more right now. I can see you're nervous." "Uh, okay." Paula said with a nervous laugh. "I don't know if I could fit in with you guys anyway. You all look so good in your habits. I would get lost in the shuffle." "Paula, this isn't some girly clique like in high school." Melody reassured her, "We are all friends here. And besides, don't sell yourself short. You look good." Paula simply nodded and smiled. Melody seemed like a changed woman. She was no longer the skanky girl that hit on her boyfriend. She was reborn, thanks to the Church. "I guess the habits aren't so bad," Paula said. She started to think maybe she would look okay in the modified habit. "You should see the one Catherine wears. She looks amazing in it," Melody said. "Oh, don't flatter me," Catherine said with a laugh. "C'mon. God truly blessed you. You should show it off. Isn't that what you taught us?" Melody said. "Yeah, c'mon Catherine. Show it off." One of the other nuns said. "Should I?" Catherine asked Paula. "Yeah, go ahead." Paula said. Paula had never felt like she was in the cool clique in high school. But here, she was being included with all the other girls. She had to admit, it felt nice. "Okay. I'll be back in a minute. I'll come find you guys. Melody, take care of her," Catherine directed her charge before she left the room, leaving Paula alone with Melody. "So when do I get to see Adam?" Melody asked coyly, sucking on her bottom lip. Paula thought for a second. Ten years ago, she would not have let Melody close to Adam. But it seemed like Melody had learned the error of her ways. "Actually, he's about to pick me up. He should be arriving now," Paula said, quickly checking her watch. "Oh, let's go meet him then," Melody said brightly. Melody showed her around a bit more as they walked towards the front of the church. Paula wished this had been the Melody she knew in high school. Maybe they would have gotten along. Paula had to admit that she was fun to be around, and she admired her carefree attitude; she found it endearing. Adam was waiting as they reached the entrance. He looked at Paula for a second before getting distracted by the nun next to her. Like Paula, the first thing he noticed was her habit, and the voluptuous form it clung to. The large breasts. The fit form. It was not until she spoke that he looked at her face. "Adam Fitzpatrick, it's been too long," Melody cooed. There was an almost sensuous quality to her greeting that put Adam off his game for a moment. He recognized that voice; that seductive, breathy, sing-song voice that had often whispered such dirty things in his young ears. "M-Melody?" Adam stuttered in disbelief. "It's so nice to see you," Melody breathed into his ear as she pulled him into a firm hug. Adam felt uncomfortable as he felt her large breasts squish warmly against his chest. He could not help but think of the voluptuous woman in the pictures he was given. "Wow, a nun? That's incredible!" Adam said enthusiastically. Paula was surprised to see his admiration of nuns. "Yeah, I'm a changed woman," Melody said, rubbing her hands on Adam's strong back, before breaking the lingering hug, "I've been following you very closely. I'll let you know you have my vote." "Oh, well, thank you." Adam said, "That's, uh, quite the habit, there." He had known most nun's habits to be bulky, but the habit Melody was wearing was molded to her voluptuous body. "Oh, this thing. Catherine encourages us to show off our gifts," Melody replied. But Adam did not hear all of her words. He was too distracted by the sight behind her. "There you guys are." Catherine called, walking towards them. Adam couldn't help but glance at her body. It would be hard not to, since her habit seemed to be painted on. And what a body to be painted to! Her habit was even tighter than Melody's. And, his first impression had proven correct. She had absolutely giant breasts, which jutted out in front of her. They looked even bigger due to her flat belly and otherwise fit frame. She had a perfect hourglass figure. Adam felt like he was being watched, and he looked up to see that Catherine looking at him, with a friendly smile on her face. Adam felt fiercely embarrassed, being caught checking out a nun. It was ridiculous! She didn't seem angry that he had been gawking at her body. She seem liked she expected it. "Uh...what's the story with these habits?" Adam asked, clearing his throat. "I was telling Paula. At my Church, I encourage all my girls to show off the gifts God gave them." Catherine said. After looking at Catherine, he had to admit that God had been very generous to her. "Why do you wear two different ones?" Adam asked. "Well, I don't know if everyone is quite ready for this. Like I have said, we are a very progressive church. Showing off our bodies is one way we do that. The human body is nothing to be ashamed of. People need to know that." Catherine said. "Fair enough," Adam shrugged. He looked to the side, as Melody had moved behind Paula. He was distracted by Melody, because she was not standing idly by. One of her fingers was tracing her chest, across her large bust. Adam was not even sure she knew she was doing it, as her expression was blank. The finger slowly brushed around her nipple, causing it to harden and display itself under her tight gown. Adam looked at her face, and it seemed like it shook her out of her revelry. She batted her eyes and smiled brightly as her hands dropped to her side. He smiled and quickly looked back to his wife. If he had kept looking, he would have noticed Melody look at the handsome young politician again, and lick her glossy lips hungrily. "We should get going," Adam said, uncomfortably, trying to excuse himself. "Adam, I want to talk to you here at some point, one-on-one," Catherine stated firmly but with that bright, charming smile that put people at ease around her. "I'm really busy," Adam said, noting how Catherine's smile dropped a bit, "But I'll do my best." "I'll get you sometime," Catherine countered playfully, her laugh infectious. Catherine grabbed Melody and led her back into the church. Melody waved behind her, "Bye, Adam...Paula. Can't wait to see you again!" she winked. As Catherine and Melody walked away, Adam could not help but notice their habits molded around there similarly heart shaped asses. Adam cleared his head. Why does he keep checking out this nun? That is so fucked up. She's a nun! He justified it by telling himself she was very attractive, and her habit left little to the imagination. As soon as she was gone, Adam turned to Paula. "How'd it go?" Adam asked with a tired smile. "It went good." Paula said. Adam kept smiling. "What?" Paula asked. Adam paused, then spoke. "You have to admit, that habit of hers is, like, uncomfortably tight." Adam said. "Oh my gosh, I know!" Paula said with a laugh, relieved that he was not the only one who noticed. ********** Catherine watched the happy couple leave. As soon as they were out of sight, her smile dropped as she turned to Melody. "Stupid girl! You came on too strong. I'm sure he noticed," Catherine hissed. "I'm sorry. He's just...he's hotter than I remembered." Melody pouted in response. "I know he's hot. We just have to be patient." Catherine said. "We just have to get under his skin." she added. And thanks to Melody, they had. Catherine turned to Melody. "Do you still have the camera?" she asked. "Yes, of course." Melody said with a knowing smirk. "I'm going to need you to take some more pictures," Catherine said. Melody smiled sinisterly. ********** Adam could not forget about what he had seen. He did not realize how voluptuous Catherine was. Her body, judging by her habit, looked amazing. And then there was Melody. Seeing her hot body brought back a lot of memories. She never told Paula, but Melody had mercilessly pursued him in high school, even after he started to see Paula. Adam was able to brush her off. He didn't deal with sluts. And she was a true slut. But he remembered the last thing she had said to him in high school. She said that he might be turning her down now, but that someday, she would be his. Despite the fact that she was a nun, Adam vowed to keep his distance; he did not trust her. And then there were those pictures. Adam got home late the next night. As much as he hated to admit it, he could not get those pictures out of his head. He could not resist the temptation to peek at those pictures whenever he got the chance. God, the woman in those photos was so hot! He generally was not the type of guy to objectify a woman, but this woman was begging to be objectified. He had never been the type of guy to look at naughty pictures or porn or anything like that, but these pictures were too naughty to ignore. He had never been a breast-man, but this woman's massive hooters were making him wonder whether he was missing out on an entire realm of pleasures only a big pair of tits could provide. Those pictures were driving him nuts. He was having trouble getting work done knowing those pictures were there, beckoning to him. And he needed to get work done, because the campaign was in trouble. He knew he should destroy the pictures, but he could not get himself to pull the trigger. So every day, for more and more time, he would take time out of his busy day and just admire this woman's perfect body. It was harmless, Adam would tell himself. It was not like anything was going to come from it. He was a happily married man. He would never cheat. Paula was everything he ever wanted in a woman. He did not need some big-titted skank. He got everything he ever needed from his wife. Adam had to wonder who this woman was. Who was she, and would there be more to come? What was this woman's goal? Only time would tell. So Adam got home, and he noticed all the lights were out. Paula usually waited for him to get home, so he was caught a little off guard. Caught off guard, and disappointed. Staring at those pictures had him all worked up, and he was hoping that she would be down for a little fun. He heard the TV was on in their bedroom, so he quietly set his stuff down and slipped into the bedroom. "You alright?" Adam asked, worried. "Yeah, I'm fine," Paula said. In all honesty, Paula was conflicted. What Catherine had said had resonated with her. Part of her did want to be closer to the Lord, and join the convent. When she was younger, she had heavily considered being a Nun. Catherine and her girls seemed absolutely content and satisfied, fullfilled, and Paula was jealous. They claimed to have daily religious experiences. Catherine and her girls seemed like an awesome group of girls, and Paula felt honored that they would even think about letting her join. But she had committed herself to Adam and his election, and she could not abandon that, could she? All these thoughts swirled in her head, so she was unable to relax. Adam could sense her conflict and he had an idea to cheer her up. She felt her husband slip into bed behind her and spoon up behind her. He usually slept nude, so she felt his dick press against her butt. He started to kiss her neck. "I've been thinking about this all day," Adam whispered in her ear, rubbing his large, erect nine-inch dick against her butt. Part of her melted at his touch, but another part of her was too conflicted to fully enjoy herself. She knew she wasn't up for sex tonight. She didn't know it, but she was about to say the words that would spell doom for her marriage. She was about to say the words that were the beginning of the end for many marriages. "Not tonight, honey." she said, covering up her pussy with hand underneath her nightgown. "Are you sure you're okay?" Adam asked. "I'm fine, it's just, not tonight." Paula said. "Oh, uh, okay," Adam replied. Paula was usually up for some fun, so it was extremely unusual for her to pass it up. Adam rolled onto his back, his cock painfully erect. He was not the type of guy to jack off, so he knew he would have to go to sleep with blue balls. Paula didn't know that she had passed up on her last chance at sex. She didn't know that she would never have a man offer sex to her again. Adam thought he could just wait till the next day to make love to his wife, but when that time came, Paula was asleep before Adam got home. His balls were swollen and full, thanks to those nasty pictures. That nasty woman had incited his balls to fill with cum, but what Adam did not know was that that same woman that had induced all of that cum to fill his balls would be the very same woman to help empty them. **********