I get out to my car trying to wrap my head around what just happened. My cock more sore then it’s ever been. Claire’s fingernail scratches still leaving a trail of pain down my arms.
Surprisingly I feel good as I drive home some how I feel accomplished. I did it some how I really did it my fantasies became reality. I’m not as wrapped up with guilt over my infidelity as I thought I would be.
A few Church members call and ask how I was apparently they bought the sickness story. I told my wife that I didn’t feel well at Church. She doesn’t ask much about it.
I ware sleeved shirts to cover the nail marks. Reverend Claire is surprisingly silent. And maybe that’s for the best. The I wonder did she enjoy it? Maybe I went too far? Maybe she expected more? I consider calling Claire many times but I stop myself. I guess I’m just going to have to wait till Sunday to find out.