Wedding Confession: Pastors like weddings too. [MF] X-post r/sluttyconfessions

I posted this elsewhere, but was told by several people that it belonged here.

I go to a lot of weddings, a lot of weddings. This one happened several years ago in mid summer. The ceremony was out doors at the base of a ski area with the reception and cocktail hour on the deck and dining room of the lodge. I didn’t have any formal role in the wedding, and only kind of knew the couple getting married, but I knew some of the wedding party and had to hang out most of the day while they got things ready.

During this time I started to chat with the pastor. We run out of the usual small talk really quickly, so I started asking about funny wedding stories they had. Forgetful brides and grooms, bad weather, and one angry goose. Gradually the stories got more and more risque. One where the groom said a bridesmaid’s name during vows, another where the bride got too drunk and hit on all the bridesmaids. At this point I jokingly asked if they had any personal good wedding stories, but said they really enjoy weddings with a hollow and wistful tone. I asked what they meant by that. As a pastor, she said, she never got to be anyone’s bridesmaid. She was never invited to her friends bachelorette parties, never hit on by groomsmen. She said she always wanted to have a wedding hookup story, but no one ever thinks the pastor is DTF. At this point she was blushing, but before I could say anything she got called away.

The ceremony was nice, the bridesmaids were eyeing the groomsmen, the weather was perfect, but the pastor looked radiant in her robes while talking of love and what not. Afterwards there was a cocktail hour before the reception started. While the couple and the wedding party were taking pictures I spotted the pastor getting some wine. I walk over to her and we talk again. She had changed out of her robes and was wearing a simple, but well fitting green knee length dress. It did a good job of showing her curves, but without showing much skin. I get thinking of our earlier conversion and start asking her who, in her professional opinion, would be hooking up that night. She pointed out the bridesmaid that was attached to the best man’s hip, the cousin that was already too drunk, and then she looked at me with a devilish smile as she placed a hand on my thigh. If only I was staying after the reception, I had to leave that night to make my flight home. She looks around, says why wait, she has a side room set up inside as a private changing room/office. She tells me to wait five minutes and meet her there.

I knock, and she opens the door. She whispers, the bride is changing next door, so we have to be quick and quiet. She then unzips me and pulls my quickly hardening cock out of my pants. She squats down to blow me until I’m hard, then she sits on the table, pulls down her panties and spreads her legs for me, revealing a shaved pussy with a well groomed landing strip. I go down on her until she says she needs it. I slide into her as we furiously kiss. As we get more into it I start grabbing at her ass and she tells me to slip a finger in. Slowly I pull out and get my fingers wet in her pussy, then I press one against her ass. As it goes in to the first knuckle she says she needs my cock again. So she turns over and bends over the table. She takes my cock and and I press my finger into her ass again. Quickly she has my whole finger in and as she cums she asks if I’ve ever wanted to Fuck a pastor in the ass. I pull out, and press my cock against her loosening asshole and slowly get it in. We get into a good rhythm and she starts to play with her pussy. She looks up at the clock and says she needs to wrap up and get back to the reception. I pump a few more times before cumming in her ass. She says thank you for giving her a great wedding story, gets cleaned up and asks me to wait here for a few minutes before heading back to the reception.

I get back to the reception and she’s giving a blessing to the new couple as dinner starts, her pale skin still a little flushed in the cheeks. After dinner and toasts I find her at the bar getting more wine. We chat again, but as I’m getting ready to leave she pulls me aside and whispers into my ear that she has more to add to the story, she got really turned on by my cum leaking out of her ass during the blessing. If I could find a way to stay the night, she was sure she could find somewhere for me to not sleep.

And that’s the story of what happened when my wife, a pastor, confessed to me that she was jealous of her friends’ wedding stories. I told her at the next wedding she officiated that I would play a stranger and try to pick her up. I had no idea that she would go for the cocktail hour ass fucking, but it was so much fun that we have tried this game at least once a month every summer since.

Source: reddit.com/r/gonewildstories/comments/77buiu/wedding_confession_pastors_like_weddings_too_mf