The Preacher's Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy Novel

by Jason Lenov

  Oh sweet victory. I had done it! I had somehow broken through the hard shell of Faith’s prudery and now I was going to tease the sweet soft filth from her and learn about all her messiest desires. “Oh Faith,” I said, my voice almost a growl.

  The sound must have excited her because she sucked in another breath and gazed deeply into my eyes. “Oh William,” she whispered as I pulled my hand out of her pussy to lead her towards the bed.

  A frown flickered across her brow. Something not quite right. Her soft palm touched my arm. “Wait,” she whispered. “Here.”

  “Here?” I echoed, not sure for a moment what she meant. Then it became obvious and I became so excited by not just the prospect of kneeling before my angel and paying tribute to the space between her legs that brought me such succour, but also by the fact that she had asked for such a dirty thing.

  I immediately dropped to my knees and put my hands on her thighs, coaxing her to step apart.

  She did and I watched as her creamy thighs parted.

  Then my eyes raked up and settled on the puffy lips I’d sullied with my fingers.

  Faith wilted a little because of my gaze.

  “Don’t worry my love,” I reassured her. “This is alright. There’s no need to be ashamed.”

  Faith nodded and in another moulting let her hands run down her body between her legs. The tips of her slender, white fingers settled on the damp lips and pried them apart.

  I nearly climaxed from her doing so and from the beautiful sight she unveiled. Behind those fleshy curtains lay the perfect pink hole soaked and sopping, humid and hungry for a rigid cock.

  But first I had to honor my wife.

  Craning my head back I stuck out my tongue and lifted myself up until it came to touch that hole.

  She let her fingers fall away and her pussy lips closed around my muscle. Her hands swept through my hair and just as I thought she would pull them away, she tightened them into fists instead so that each had a clump of my hair.

  The act sent my cock bouncing at my lap again because it was so unlike her. So dominant and aggressive and I loved her for it. I swept my tongue up her slit until I found the nub.

  The more I licked the more Faith became excited. From my position I could not help but stare up into her eyes.

  She was staring down at me, apparently lost in the moment because she did not seem at all ashamed any more. Her hips began to wiggle above me and soon she tightened her grip on my hair and began to rock my head back and forth as I licked at her clitoris.

  She got so excited by this that after a few more seconds she began to pump with more vigour so that I had very little to do any longer. She was, in effect, using my mouth to service herself while staring down at me with those wild eyes I loved.

  My tongue began to ache but I felt more juice begin to drip from her pussy down my neck and I knew her pleasure would soon come. I was right.

  This time, in the clear light of day, I saw how it ripped through her. I had a clear view of her eyes as they first rounded open wide as plates, then snapped shut.

  Faith continued to rub my face against herself, tearing and tugging at my hair. What had started in her face tore down her back making her whole body shake. It blasted into the space between her legs and sent a gush of her hot juice into my mouth.

  Faith leaned back and screamed.

  Her use of me did not relent.

  I kept my tongue out as far as I could for her though it burned with pain to do so.

  Faith rubbed and rubbed and rubbed herself against my wet muscle, rubbing spasm after shaking spasm of her climax all over me and letting it drip down my throat. Like I was nothing more than a toy.

  Then something snapped inside her. As her eyes opened the wild look melted away into the soft and gentle Faith I knew. She released my hair and practically fell down onto her knees in front of me. “Oh William, I’m so sorry! Are you alright? I don’t know what came over m…”

  But I didn’t have any desire for her apologies, nor did I have the time. My cock was swollen to bursting and all I wanted was to release into her tightness.

  I grabbed her buttocks to which she squealed but didn’t care. I pulled her onto my lap and held her up above my raging cock. Slowly, gently, I eased her down until I felt her frothy lips kiss the head of my member.

  Aimed correctly, I released her weight and groaned as her pussy slurped down my shaft.

  Faith reacted with a pleasant purr. She put her arms around my neck.

  As she started to ride I almost couldn’t believe this was happening. What had changed? Was it really my directness that had helped her open up or was there something else?

  The pleasure of being inside her so deeply quickly drowned the question.

  And Faith surprised me yet again. Instead of looking away or trying not to meet my eyes, she stared directly at me, as if she were searching for something.

  As my climax neared and my cock stiffened inside her pussy I could have sworn that I saw the tiniest smile flirting with one corner of her mouth. A smile I normally saw when Faith came to some sort of understanding of a situation.

  That got quickly drowned out, too.

  A moment later I came with a shout, my cock spurting seed deep into her belly as it flexed against her soft walls.

  Faith rode out the orgasm for me and then, instead of dashing off to hide, leaned forward for a soft and intimate kiss.

  I was in heaven, or as close as you can get here on earth.

  I’d unlocked something wonderful inside my wife.

  “William?” she whispered, her voice a pleasant addition to the bliss I was in.

  “What is it?”

  “Can I show you what I’m going to wear to the beach tomorrow? You can tell me if it’s too immodest.”

  The beach.

  Had Faith been thinking about the beach as I uploaded into her?

  And despite my coming, the mention of the beach, the notion she might have been thinking of Samuel James and his big, black body as I filled her with my mess made my staff harden inside her again.

  Just for a moment.

  But certainly enough for Faith to notice.

  She raised an eyebrow. “William?” she asked softly. “What was that?”

  I swallowed trying to moisten my suddenly very dry mouth. “Nothing…nothing…just…”

  Just what, William?

  I cleared my throat. “We should…um, untangle ourselves from this situation first,” I said, trying to assert myself again.

  Faith blushed only a little. She lifted herself from me and covered her parts but her eyes remained on mine.

  Even as I stumbled up and turned around I could feel her gaze on me burning through my back.

  I walked into the bathroom and shut the door, eyeing my reflection in the mirror.

  The beach.

  What would happen at the beach tomorrow? What did Faith think had prompted my stiffening? She was a smart girl. Would she put the two together? Would she figure it out and if she did, would she regret marrying such a pervert, such a disgusting man?

  “William?”

  I shuddered at the sound of her voice through the bathroom door. It sounded almost menacing, muffled the way it was. “What is it?”

  “Are you alright?”

  I put on my best smile and tied a towel around my waist then opened the door. “I’m fine. Just fi…”

  I stopped in mid-sentence. I suppose that’s what it feels like to be struck by a train.

  Faith Caldwell, my beautiful wife, had donned the swimming suit she intended to wear to the beach the next day. It was a simple one-piece thing. But her body transformed it into an act of God. It was red and outlined her voluptuous figure immaculately.

  Faith’s eyes twinkled with glee. “Do you like it? I got it on special. I wanted to surprise you!”

  I swallowed away the dryness that had invaded my throat again. “I…why, yes. It’s very fine!” I managed.

  But all I could think about w
as how much Mr. Samuel Jones would like it, too.

  Chapter 6

  Needless to say I had a very hard time sleeping that night. Faith’s sexual awakening, which I’d so enjoyed while in the moment, began to cloud my thoughts.

  I had been so proud of myself for helping her overcome her prudery but the more I thought about, the more I wondered if I’d really just done myself in.

  For as much as I appreciated her loosening I couldn’t help but dwell on the fact that it was hers and not really mine as I’d planned. Of course we were married and she was in a sense doing it for me but I worried that now that I’d let that genie out of the bottle what other wishes would he grant?

  So it was with bleary eyes and a very groggy head that I drove Faith and I to the beach the next day.

  Faith loved to swim. She always had. They’d had a swimming hole on her grandparents farm and she often spoke fondly of her memories there.

  We hadn’t been to the beach very often but whenever we did go she would always delight in it.

  As we drove into the sandy parking lot she was all aflutter.

  As was I but certainly not in the same way. I’d tried to barricade out the thoughts of how I would react to seeing Faith cavorting on the beach with the dark and handsome Samuel Jones to no avail. Most of the night had been spent trying not to imagine the filthy vision of him conquering my wife.

  Faith popped out of the car and sprang up onto her toes trying to see beyond the small hill to where the water was. She clapped her hands together and giggled up at the beautiful blue sky like a giddy school girl. “Oh William, this day is going to be marvellous!” she sang.

  All I could manage was a weak smile. I trundled around the car to the trunk and before I even had it open Faith was running over the sand and towards the water leaving me to bring our things.

  Now I seldom feel even the slightest bit annoyed by anything Faith does but today was an exception. A pin prick of resentment dug at my side. Not so much from Faith letting her excitement get the better of her, mind you. Rather from my own delusion that maybe it wasn’t just the beach that she was so excited about.

  Maybe there was something more to it. Maybe she had been thinking about Samuel Jones as much as I had?

  The thought sent a now familiar pang of jealousy twisting through my insides and tightening up my gut. Tired and now getting grumpier by the minute, I hauled out the picnic basket Faith had packed along with the beach umbrella and blanket and the bag with my swimsuit and towels.

  I slung the umbrella over my back by its strap, put the blanket and bag on top of the basket, then hauled them up and started up the sandy hill.

  I slipped and stumbled my way up the small hill and I was panting heavily by the time I got to the top. Slamming the basket onto the sand I stood up straight to catch my breath.

  The wind left my lungs instead.

  The beach was small but impeccably kept. The waters of the lake were a sparkling blue. It wasn’t the majesty of the scenery that had taken my breath away.

  It was the people running and playing in the gentle waves, dotting the sand on blankets and towels that had paralyzed me. They were all members of the congregation, I presumed.

  Almost every single couple on that beach was of mixed race.

  The men looked, for the most part, like Mr. Samuel Jones. They were all quite tall with dark skin and toned muscles that rippled beneath it as they talked and laughed. Some had women on their arms.

  White women. Redheads. Brunettes. A lot of blondes. A lot of blondes.

  As my breath came back my heart began to beat faster at the unusual scene. My delusions from the night before didn’t seem nearly as irrational now. I scanned the beach as fast as I could for any sign of Faith.

  When I finally laid eyes on her my heart nearly leaped into my throat. She was surrounded. Surrounded like a little white lamb by big, burly dark wolves.

  And in my mind they were leering at her, salivating and licking their lips, imagining about how they would enjoy their prize. To my utter embarrassment my cock began to engorge between my legs at the thought. I glanced around to make sure no one was looking, then quickly bent over, picked up the basket and began to stumble my way down the beach to rescue my wife.

  I’m sure it was quite a sight, me with that umbrella balanced on my shoulder carrying a big ole’ picnic basket with all the gear piled on top. By the time I made it to their little group I nearly collapsed from exhaustion and the damp heat.

  I let the basket fall to the ground, the sound of it grabbing the men’s attention and making them turn to stare at me. I quickly realized that the effort had done nothing to stave off my erection and I lowered the umbrella so that it covered my crotch.

  A number of the large men furrowed brows and narrowed their eyes, obviously unsure of who I was or what I was doing at their picnic.

  Faith peeked out from behind a forest of broad, black, rippling chests and smiled. “Gentlemen? This is my husband. Reverend William Caldwell. Honey? These are our new friends! The congregation at your church!”

  The men’s expressions softened, then twisted into what I could only call wicked, devilish grins.

  Terror flooded through me and my heart sank at this strange turn of events, this unbelievable coincidence that I would become the parish priest in a place like this with my…affliction.

  “Reverend Caldwell!” a familiar sounding voice called out.

  I turned in the direction it was coming from to see Samuel Jones walking down the beach towards us and waving at me.

  I looked towards the men and leaned over to see past them to see my wife. She was giggling at something one of them had said, covering her mouth with her tiny white hand.

  As my member hardened further I began to blush.

  “I am so glad you could make it, Revered,” Samuel said, putting his large hand on my back and looming over me to shake mine.

  I accepted his handshake but in the process let go of the umbrella and it fell to the ground.

  Their eyes all fell to my crotch at once and everyone fell silent.

  Faith stopped laughing and peered at me from out of the circle. Her brow was furrowed. She looked up at one of the men next to her, then the one on her other side. Then she followed their gazes, her eyes crawling down my body until they, too, came to rest on my stiff knob.

  Her eyes widened immediately upon seeing it.

  “Come, Reverend, you must be exhausted from this heat in those stuffy clothes!” Samuel said. “Why don’t you get your bathing suit and I’ll show you where you can change into it. I’ve got mine right here and I’d like to get it on too!”

  I glanced at Samuel, then back at Faith who nodded at me in encouragement. “Go on William! I’ll be alright here.”

  One final glance at the men surrounding her told me otherwise. Their smiles had turned to smirks, at least in my eyes.

  But Samuel’s insistent paw on my back turned me around to walk towards a bunch of bushes on the other side of the beach.

  I cast one last look over my shoulder but the pack had closed around Faith again and all I could make out were her lovely white legs surrounded by a forest of black stems.

  Of course I could have protested. I could have said that I would not leave my wife’s side and that I would not leave her with those men but what sort of man would that have made me? Certainly not a man of God!

  It would have made me a coward who gave in to his own paranoid fears. So, with a pounding heart and a still-stiff cock, I let Samuel lead me into the bushes. “Where…is there an outhouse?” I asked. “Somewhere to change?”

  “Oh I should have mentioned,” Samuel explained with a wide smile, “there are no facilities at this beach. We all just usually change in the bushes right here. I do hope that’s alright?”

  Well, now it was my turn to be the prude that I had teased Faith for being. It wasn’t that I minded so much it was just that…well, how do I say it. I was a little…self-conscious, perhaps, about the diffe
rence in our…about how I might compare to Samuel’s…well, his cock, that is.

  Yet, again, how was I to say that?

  Samuel’s smile widened. “Come now, Reverend. Surely you can not be embarrassed? We are all creatures of God, after all.”

  And he had me there. I smiled weakly and began to remove my clothes.

  Samuel pulled his shirt over his head and pushed his shorts and boxers down without so much as a single hesitation.

  Naturally, or perhaps unnaturally I was staring to get confused which was which, my eyes were drawn to his midriff by my own curiosity. Well that did no good at all.

  For there, between his legs, hung a cock that was fit to be a donkey’s or a horses. Thick, black veined and uncut, the skin of his shaft ended over his cock head, wrinkled and tough like an elephant’s trunk.

  I tore my eyes away from the sight but I knew it was already too late. I waited, hoping he would put on his swim trunks and walk back to the beach so that I wouldn’t have to reveal myself. My cock was perhaps half the size, if that and that’s when it was fully hard.

  But instead of stepping into his swimming wear, Samuel took that long dark hose in hand, turned only slightly and began to water the bushes with a thick stream of his own hot piss.

  I saw my chance. I yanked down my pants and tried to step out of them as quickly as I could. Unfortunately this only resulted in my feet getting caught and me falling flat onto my back on the ground.

  Samuel glanced over his shoulder, cutting off in mid-stream. “Reverend! Are you alright?” He turned around and that black tube came swinging at me. He leaned over and offered me a hand, much to my further embarrassment. Then he looked straight at my hardened cock.

  This was, perhaps, the most humiliating moment of my adult life. Of course we were all God’s creatures, I knew that, but there is something of animal in us all and I could not help feel cowed by the difference in our endowments.

  With my face burning red I took his hand and let him help me up.

  He smiled graciously as I turned my back to him, then he, too, turned and continued to relieve himself.

  It was as strange an introduction to a man as I had ever had.