I pray for forgiveness

I'm a happily married 38 year old. I have 2 kids. I volunteer as our church's secretary. My husband is the youth minister and an insurance officer.
I stood in front of the mirror in the church bathroom. I smoothed my long brown hair. I smiled and checked my teeth. I pushed my tits up in my bra. I adjusted my skirt to keep myself neat. I took a deep breath and told myself "ok. This is a good as it gets".
I walked back into the backroom to get started organizing the choir song books.
I turned the music on. It was another religious song. I zoned out as the process was mind-numbing.
I jerked when the music cut off.
I looked around and saw Brother James standing in the doorway.
I couldn't hide the smile on my face.
He was so hot, yes even religious freaks get horny.
"I'm sorry Brother James. I didn't hear you come in" I stuttered.
He walked over to the pile of books I had stacked and smiled. "No. No. I was quiet. I was just admiring God's perfect gift". He spoke barely louder than a whisper.
I felt my cheeks blush.
"So what can I doto help you?" He asked. I shook my head no and reached for another book. He moved his hand on top of mine.
" I am almost done in here" I lied.
He kept his hand on mine. I froze.
He stepped closer and asked "where's everyone else? I only saw your car in the parking lot".
I smiled and told him "I'm all alone. John is out of town today and Brother Kirk is visiting the hospital today"
He moved his hand up my arm lightly caressing my skin. He was so close I could smell his minty breath mixed with his body spray.
I was screaming in my mind "STEP AWAY, NO STEP CLOSER, THIS IS WRONG, YOU'RE SO SEXY. I WANT TO FEEL YOUR SKIN ON MINE".
I refocused when Brother James touched my chin. I looked up and smiled. He leaned down. His lips pressed against mine. I inhaled sharply.
He stepped closer and moved his arms around my waist. I was shocked as my arms went around his neck.
I felt lightheaded. I was breathy very shallow. My heart was racing.
I felt his tongue pressed into my mouth. Our tongues begin to dance with each other.
I had not felt this way in many years. I was melting into him.
He broke our kiss. I was standing there breathless.
He kissed the top of my head and whispered. "I want you, I know it's wrong. If you don't want this just tell me and I'll walk away. As if this never happened.... so tell me June."
I looked up and pressed my lips to his. I lifted my leg and pushed it around his. I felt his hands grabbing my bottom. I moaned, he moaned.
I felt his erection pressing into my stomach. He broke our kiss again. He spun me around and pushed me over the table.
He pulled my skirt up. I reached back and pulled my panties to the side. I heard his belt and zipper.
He pressed his manhood into my wet, hairy womanhood.
I moaned as my body accepted his. With each thrust I moaned and grunted. It had been months since my husband had touched me sexually.
I pushed my bottom backwards to meet his thrust.
The burning feeling that began in my core. I felt wave after wave of pure pleasure. My wetness gushed around his manhood and dripped onto my thighs.
He groaned "oh God oh God this is wrong but you feel so right" his voice cracked as he grabbed my hips and pulled me back hard as he thrust deeper.
I felt his manhood shooting in the depths of my womanhood. He callaspsed onto my back. His hands at my sides. His manhood softening as his seed leaks out of me.
He pushed himself up and began to tuck his manhood back into his pants. As I slide my wet panties back into place and my skirt falls to cover my body.
I turn and wipe tears from my eyes. As I realize that another man beside my husband has seeded me. My husband was my first. He was the only man who knew me.
Brother James grabbed my hand and led me to the main sanctuary and to the alter...
He whispered yelled "pray and ask God to forgive us"....