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By Storysman

The sound of the chorus echoed through the the church as the congreation slowly exited. Sometimes it seemed as if the people were completely unware of the singing, and were more intent on getting home than enjoying the music. That's what Carol thought, anyway, and rarely had any reason to doubt it. The bautiful, young brunette continued to to hit her notes, enjoying herself despite the appranat lack of interest.
But one man did seem to appreciate the effort. Carol caught him out of the corner of her eye, and realized she didn't recognize him. She just about everybody at her church, at least by face if nothing else. But this man was new, and completely unfamiliar.
Carol let her eyes focus on him for a moment. He was looking towards them, evidently basking in their serenade. Carol's thoughts paused for a moment as her voice continued. He wasn't staring at them... he was staring at her! She quickly averted her eyes.
The last notes cascaded through the chapel, and Carol ridiculed herself for being ridiculous. He couldn't be staring at her, she was just imagining it. After all, she was married, and the robe she wore completely hid the enticing figure underneath. How could be looking at her?
Of course, from this distance, the man might not be able to see the wedding ring on her finger. And, Carol knew she was considered to be rather attractive. No matter, he would soon learn of her attachment, and the issue would be closed.
She laughed at herself as the choir moved into their ready room. Here she was, concocting a romantic fantasy in church! She doubted the stranger's intent was anything more than the appreciation of music. Was she so desperate for romance that she couldn't escape the thought even in a house of worship?
She had been married a year earlier. Will was basically a good husband, but sometimes she felt more like his trophy than his love. He always paid her a lot of attention when they were out in public, slipping his hands onto her waist, legs and even her breasts. He sometimes teased his friends about having the best-looking wife or girlfriend, then he would kiss her in front of them. Carol hated it when he behaved like that. She wasn't in competition with the other women, and didn't like being treated like a mere possession. Will did the same thing with his car, his golf clubs, or whatever else he felt surpassed the possessions of his friends. She especially didn't like being touched in public, at least not her more private areas. Hand-holding, hugging, and kissing were fine. But pushing his hand between her legs or squeezing her full breasts were too much for a simple, nice, church-going girl.
But these things weren't earth-shattering. She didn't like his behavior sometimes, but managed to tolerate it. What really bothered her was his LACK of attention when they were alone. He was never attentive, never tender, never gentle, and never romantic. When he wanted sex, he would start touching her. But within a few, quick moments she would be undressed, he would be doing his business, and the moment would be done with. He was a classic roll-over and go to sleep man. He fucked his beautiful wife, and then returned to his own self-indulgence.

Carol slipped out of her choir robe and headed out to the lobby to meet her husband. Some people did stick around after the service to chat, drink coffee, and sometimes plan get-togethers. She remembered she had to meet with the picnic committee! She had almost forgot! The church picnic was two months away, but they always liked to plan in advance.
Carol stepped into the lobby, and found her fellow committee members. She quickly waved to Will, who was across the room, then joined in on the planning.
Will watched his wife chat for a moment, then went to the coffee machine. With his luck, their meeting would take an hour, and he would have to sit around bored to tears. He poured himself a cup, then noticed a man he didn't recognize step behind him.
`How's the coffee here?" The stranger asked.
"It's usually pretty good." Will answered.
"Hello, my name is Mason. I just moved here." The stranger extended his hand.
"Nice to meet you." Will answered a she met Mason's hand with his own. "How long have you been in town?"
"Just a couple of days."
"Well, it's good to have you. Welcome to our humble church."
The two smiled, but couldn't find any sentences to continue their conversation. They looked out into the lobby full of people as if it was the most interesting thing in the world.
"Looks like a nice group of people. " Mason finally said. "A friendly group of men and some very lovely women."
"Are you married?" Will asked as he sipped his coffee. He had just realized with Mason's comment that know wife or chidden appeared to be with him.
"No." Mason answered.
Poor fellow, Will thought. All alone in a new town, in a new church. "Well, some of these women are single. Who knows?" he said encouragingly.
"Oh, it is my intent to make love to one." Mason said assuredly. His candor caught Will a little off guard. Most men didn't make such bold statements to people they just met, especially in church!
"Oh really?' Will said back with a smile. "Do you know which one?"
"Oh yes. The most beautiful one." His eyes locked ahead. "Her..."
Will followed his gaze, and felt a sudden flash of shock, anger, and jealousy. He was staring directly at Carol.
"Um, that's my wife."
Mason turned to Will.
"I'm sorry." And then he walked away.
Will was stunned. He knew his wife was gorgeous, and admired by many men. He knew any number of them would eagerly take her to bed. And it wasn't a great surprise that a stranger would voice his intent to him when he couldn't know Will and Carol were married. But the tone in Mason's voice couldn't be overlooked. He wasn't apologizing for stepping on Will's toes. He wasn't apologizing for an offensive comment he would withdraw. He was apologizing as if he knew HE WAS GOING TO MAKE LOVE TO HER, and he felt sorry for Will.
Will stepped over to his wife, his beautiful wife, and took her arm. He looked nervously for Mason, and then at his wife's puzzled face.
"We're leaving." And though Carol didn't seem so eager, they went home.
Mason, the stranger, was not an issue for the week. Carol never brought up the staring man who watched her at the end of the service. Will never talked about the staring man who proclaimed his intent to make love to her. Both tended to feel the issue was over.
But the next Sunday bought the staring back. Carol felt his eyes on her from the sea of people collected in the pews. She located him quickly in the front, smiling at her, even during the choir's silence. His paid attention to the service, but often trailed his eyes over to her direction. Carol was uncertain who was looking more, the stranger or herself. Eventually, she forced herself to look at him no more, whether she thought he was looking at her or not. The service ended, and Carol was happy to discard the choir robe and find her husband.
She walked out of the ready room with several other members of the choir. They, however, kept going as Carol stopped at the sight of the stranger. He smiled at her as the surrounding people disappeared down the hallway.
"You have a very lovely voice." he said.
Carol smiled back at him, appreciative of the compliment, but a little uneasy. "Thank you, thank you very much."
"Of course, I would expect such a lovely voice from such a lovely woman."
Carol didn't smile as much this time, especially now that she paid attention to the look in his eyes. She wasn't an idiot, she had been through this before. She knew his intent. There was no mistaking it now. He was attracted to her. "Well, " she brought her hand to her neck, displaying her wedding ring, "I certainly am flattered by such praise."
My name is Mason..." He hadn't noticed the ring, or at least, it hadn't phased him. Now Carol was uncomfortable. She could sense this man desired her, and may not be swayed by something as simple as marriage. But she didn't want to be rude, so she extended her hand to him. "I'm Carol..." Maybe he wouldn't notice the ring now.
Mason took her hand softly. "I believe in recognizing beauty. In appreciating it." He lightly rubbed his thumb across her hand, the ring buried under his palm.
"Um, that's a good thing, I guess." she stammered for thoughts. OK, the ring's not working, she thought. But what to do? what to say? If she acted like she was oblivious to her flirtation, perhaps he would leave her alone. "I like beautiful things, too--"
"I'm not surprised. You must be spoiled by the image you see every morning in the mirror. That beautiful face, those beautiful eyes..." he spoke with such confidence, with such assuredness, "and those beautiful, tanned legs of yours." Now he was going too far! Carol suddenly wished her skirt was longer. She normally wore full length skirts to church, but this one came only mid-way down her thigh. Carol struggled for something a reply, but couldn't think straight.
Mason continued holding and lightly caressing her hand. Carol hadn't responded to his admiration of her legs. The look he gave her warned her he was upping the ante.
"And those wonderful, incredible, beautiful breasts..."
Carol was aghast. Her mouth hung open with rage, but it was constrained by her shock. How could this strange man walk up to her, compliment on her beauty, and then proceed to remark on private things like her breasts? And in church!
Yet she couldn't think of a response. Not a vocal one anyway. She quickly pulled her hand back, turned, and walked away. She half-expected a whistle behind her, but none came. She ducked into the bathroom, livid with rage.
"How dare he!" she grunted through clenched teeth. She could still see his smiling, intent face. He had absolutely no fear in speaking his thoughts to her. He wasn't embarrassed or hesitant. But how dare he? Never in her adult life had a man so blatantly come on to her! If she had stayed another ten seconds, she was sure she would have received a very detailed proposition for sex, despite their unfamiliarity and her marital status. How dare he??
She had been approached by men before, but they always acted so cool, so around-the-bush. Even Will had never so straight-forwardly proclaimed his admiration for her body. Sure, he told her she looked beautiful from time-to-time, but to say she had wonderful legs and breasts?
Carol re-composed herself, then headed back into the church. She nervously expected to see Mason, but he was nowhere around. She found her husband, and started holding and touching him the way a devoted, truly in love wife would hold him. Mason was in the lobby. She knew he saw her. Without her knowledge, Will saw him watching her as well. He smiled, confident his wife's display of affection would clearly indicate to Mason he hadn't a chance with her.
Carol thought about the encounter often the first few days of the week. She knew nothing about the man. Not his last name, not where he lived, not even if he was married himself. She had been so caught up in her own fears she never looked for a ring on his finger. At the same time, she also couldn't help but feel a little flattered. His actions were shocking and unusual, but he did them because he was attracted to her. because he WANTED her. As much as she hated to admit it to herself, she liked being attractive. She liked the idea of mean looking at her body. True, she wore long skirts and dresses at church, but that was mostly because her normal wardrobe wasn't always appropriate. She loved to wear short skits and dresses, which revealed her long, slender legs. She didn't dress like a slut, just pretty. She felt pretty strolling through the park next to her home in a nice, short summer dress. Her legs got some sun, she got some exercise, and any passing men got to look at a beautiful lady. How could she be completely upset at Mason? All he did was express what she hoped all men felt. Now, maybe he went from church to church or wherever and attempted to seduce the most beautiful woman he could find. If that was the case, then he considered Carol the most beautiful woman -- at the moment anyway. Was it wrong to be desired and adored like some fairy-tale princess with swarms of suitors?
No, but she realized she no longer had suitors. She was married, and Mason's intentions, no matter how flattering, were inappropriate had to end. He could no longer tell her how beautiful she was.
Carol had always known she was attractive, but had forgotten just how much in the past few years. Wills' appreciation had waned pretty rapidly after they were married. She had refused to have sex with him until she was properly wed, despite Will's continuous attempts to get her to give herself to him. But she wanted to be a virgin on her wedding night. She wanted to do everything right, and be the sweet, innocent, pretty wife for the man who truly loved her. Sharing herself before that moment would shatter her purity, and her desire for true love.
But a terrible thought had started to pop up in her mind from time-to-time. She barely acknowledged it, and quickly pushed it out of her thoughts. Had Will proposed to her only to sleep with her? Did he join with her in the vows of wedlock only to join with her in a bed of lust?
He had been an eager lover on their wedding night and the few weeks thereafter. But even the first time they made love he seemed less intent on kissing her, touching her, and loving her and more intent on just fucking her. He put his penis in her vagina, humped her wildly for a couple of minutes, came, then went to sleep. His greatest love for her came when his jealous friends commented on how awesome it would be to have a wife like her.
The next Sunday came after Carol had finally put the incident with Mason out of her mind. She decided she didn't want a repeat of the incident, and decided to stay close to her friends and husband constantly. Surely Mason wasn't so bold as to compliment her body or proposition her in front of others. Was he??
The plan worked. Mason continued to look at her, smile at her, and obviously want her. But she never gave him the chance to approach her. She wouldn't walk down a single hallway without someone with her.
A month went by with no incident. Then a second month. Things looked they would be OK. Mason was starting to fit in with the church and make friends. But most importantly, he had seemed to accept that Carol was not only married, but off limits. They even began talking in groups. Mason proved to be intelligent, witty and caring. he was active in church functions, and gave up much of his free time to help on various projects. Slowly, Carol became comfortable with him, and slowly started to be willing to be left alone with him. It hadn't happened yet, not since that single incident where he had touched her hand and revealed his intent, but Carol felt she wouldn't be afraid if it did happen again. Strange, though, that even in the more relaxed company, she couldn't help but wonder what was going through his mind. he had so boldly stated his attraction to her. he had so boldly pointed out his appreciation of her body. She knew he wanted to make love to her. That fact hadn't changed. But it dominated her thoughts when she was near him. What was he thinking about? Was his mind imagining he was caressing her smooth legs, and slowly lifting her skirt? Was it imagining that he was slowly kissing her lips and cheeks, deeply staring into her eyes? Was it imagining he was unbuttoning her blouse, slipping his hand into her bra, and gently massaging her soft, full breasts? Mason hadn't made any such comments to her, but she didn't question his intent. Despite her commitment to her marriage, despite his amiable behavior, the fact was simple: when they were together, she thought about having sex with him. And that scared her.
Her fears were soon put to the test. But not on Sunday, and not in church. She found Mason in the most unexpected of places: the neighborhood park. It was Wednesday, and Carol was taking a walk through the pleasant section of nature. As usual, she was wearing a pretty little dress that left her pretty little legs open to the sun above. The color was peach, and the sleeveless top helped her shoulders catch some sun as well. She was too conservative to sit outside and tan in a bikini, but still loved to add color to her creamy flesh. Dresses like these were perfect for that task, even if they were unwearable in a church setting.
She walked alone at a slow, comfortable place. She smiled as she caught the eyes of men watch her stroll by. Why was it that everyman seemed to appreciate her beauty but her husband? Why was it that everyman seemed like he would make a better lover than her husband? She hated herself for that thought, but couldn't erase it from her mind. If she was so attractive, if she was so special and alluring, why didn't Will take the time to truly worship her body with slow, awed love-making? Why didn't he touch her, kiss her, and feel her over every square inch? She had pretty legs, but never felt them caressed or massaged. She had a flat smooth stomach, but never felt a slow line of kisses that moved gently downward. She had full, round breasts, but they were never tenderly nibbled or lightly sucked. At best, they were rammed into by uncontrolled hands, slobbered on by an uncaring mouth. Shouldn't she receive the delicate attention of an awe-struck lover? Shouldn't her body be a temple he worshipped with hours of loving, delicate attention? Shouldn`t she be idolized and revered by her husband, and treated as such whether in private or with a group of friends.
Somebody, it seemed would treat her that way. Somebody like--
Mason.