My church friend has a past

There she is. I have not seen her for a few weeks. She came back to the church, with her 3 little girls. Jill is like…model hot. Very light blonde hair, deep blue eyes, Pale, but not too much, flawless skin, tall, and thin. She is about 15 years younger than me. I try not to stare, as I am married, and we have a tight knit church. I am nothing to look, in early 40s, overweight, with a slight limp from an old injury.

Lately, we have been spending more time with them, as our families get along. As is our church tradition, my wife usually socializes with her at those times. I ran into her once while shopping, and she had on jeans, and not a shapeless church dress. She has a great body, and a freaking incredible ass.

The few times Jill and I talk, we find a lot in common, both of us love science, funny music, and several of the same ‘risque’ tv shows we talk about quietly. Back before I was married for 20 years, I would have not been able to say a word to her. I would have been too nervous. However, since I have been married for so long, and knowing we are in a church together, there was no pressure, and I did not feel intimidated by her beauty. I treated her like a regular person.

Her husband is in the military, is about to be shipped out for a 9 month deployment. Steve is a great guy, we have had many a drink together, just chatting about bullshit. He is way more into the church than she is, and when he is away, she barely comes to Sunday services.

My wife is there with me, as we eat lunch after services. We have the usual people around, kids making a lot of noise as we eat the pot luck lunch. The conversation is about chicken wings for next week. My wife follows the pastor’s wife into the kitchen. As I turn back around, I see that Jill is on the floor talking to her daughter, and from my angle, I can see a small bit of white panty between her legs. Just as I notice it, she happens to look right at me, realized what I can see, and adjusts her sitting. I look away quickly.

Everyone is packing up to leave, and my wife is still in the kitchen. I walk there. ‘Jen, are you ready to leave yet?’ I ask her.

‘No, we are trying a new cake recipe, go on home’. She answers

‘OK’ I tell her.

Most of the people left start to leave and get into cars. My daughter and Jill’s kids ask to keep playing. I can’t look at her I feel so ashamed she caught me looking. Just then she asks me ‘If you want you two can come back to our place.’ I look at her, and she is smiling at me, it looks like a genuine warm smile too.

‘I think I don’t have a choice’ I joke as the kids are hugging.

We laugh and I follow her to her house. Once there, all the kids ran to the playroom, while Jill and I sat in the kitchen. She gets us two glasses of iced tea, and sits across from me. Again I am filled with shame as she looks at me, I can’t look her in the eye.

‘I’m sorry I flashed you, I really didn’t mean it’ she says ‘You and I have always got along great can you forgive me?’

‘I’m sorry I looked, I should have not even looked but.’ I stop suddenly not want to say anything more.