The Preacher's Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy Novel

by Jason Lenov

  Faith showed no restraint. Quite the opposite. The wild look returned to her eye but even wilder. She gulped and guzzled and drank my excretion until there was nothing left and my cock had begun its shrink.

  As she fell back panting my flagging muscle slurped out of her mouth with a thin strand of spit and cum joining its head with her lip.

  Faith looked down at the translucent thread, then up at me.

  Portrait of a Whore.

  She stood up. Sweat had beaded along her forehead and she was panting from the effort as she pressed her chest to mine and began to unbutton her shirt. “William,” she breathed sending a pungent whiff of the scent of my own cum at me. “William that was so filthy and dirty and wrong.”

  Faith looked at me with her wild eyes. “William I want you to…I want you to take me to that bed and…and I want you to…to…I want you to fuck me, William. Fuck me.”

  Well despite having just ejaculated into her mouth her profanity shot through me like a spear of lust. My cock bounced. “Faith…” I whispered shaking my head. “That’s so…you shouldn’t…”

  A smile curled the corners of her lips. She threw off her shirt exposing bare breasts that tugged at my eyes. “I know I shouldn’t, William,” she confessed but something had a hold of her. An impulse or an instinct that she couldn’t control. “I know I shouldn’t because it’s wrong. But I can’t stop myself,” she whispered. She pushed down her skirt and underwear and exposed her soft core to me then fell back on the bed taking me with her.

  Her legs spread slowly as I fell between them, then she pressed her soft thighs against my hips and squeezed. “I know I shouldn’t but it feels…oh it feels so good to be so dirty with you like this, William.”

  My head was spinning. My mind could barely keep up with everything that was happening. Reason, logic and belief were a blur somewhere in the background. In the fore was my freshly surging lust and complete obsession with my newly created slut.

  “Please William,” Faith said, squeezing my closer to her and wriggling her hips. “Please do it to me.”

  But even the most arousing fantasies could not overcome the reality of my nature. My cock, having just been spent, refused to do more than a few flaccid bounces. I could not even get half-hard.

  “Faith, my beautiful love,” I explained, “if you just give me a few minutes…” But she would have none of my excuses. Her hand slid between us and I felt it wrap around my cock.

  Faith was in heat. Faith needed cock.

  “What if…” My stomach tightened even before she said it. Somehow I knew what it was going to be.

  “What if you were to think of me and all those large, black men on the beach, William?” she whispered against my ear, her breath so hot and steamy on my cheek. “Would that help?”

  Her words and the vision they inspired were like a train fireman throwing fresh coal onto a dying fire. The flames inside me roared to life and pressure built until a good head of steam had brought my piston back to life.

  Faith pumped it with her hand. “William, that is so filthy,” she whispered, breathless.

  How filthy it was.

  With my lust renewed I needed no further invitation. I grabbed her hand from in between us and pinned it behind her head on the mattress.

  Faith gasped at the violence of the act.

  Finding her soaked hole with my cock’s head, I plunged myself into her cunt.

  Faith screamed with pleasure. Her head thrashed back and forth on the pillow as I fucked and fucked and fucked and fucked my wife.

  She bucked and writhed beneath me and the sounds of me plugging her slopping hole slapped around the room.

  Soon she began to clench and suck at me with her pussy desperate to be bred.

  I, too, felt another climax well within me. I pushed up harder against her, then higher still so her ankles were by my ears and she was practically folded in two. I went higher still as we fucked together, mounting her like an animal might its mate.

  Pumping my hard cock into her soft hole I felt her pushing back with all her might, trying to suck me inside. Her pussy clenched, then squeezed. She slammed her hips against me and let out a piercing cry.

  Another load shot out into her cunt as I came with a shout.

  We both hung at the peak for a moment, paralyzed in the electric pleasure of each other’s skin. The descent was slow at first, then sped up like a car without a driver racing down a hill.

  When we had both returned to ourselves I crawled off of her and as I did stole a glance at the messy lips of her pussy. They were gaping open, stretched by my cock but slowly closing like the petals of a flower for the night.

  Before they closed I saw a sliver of my own creamy, frothing seed drip out. It made me shudder with pleasure again.

  Reality closed in.

  I looked at Faith to find her smiling back at me. Most of the wildness was gone from her eyes but not all of it. “Faith,” I said quietly.

  “What is it, William?” she asked.

  “We should talk about this.”

  “About what? What’s wrong?” she asked, her smile fading and concern clouding her expression.

  I swallowed again because my mouth was dry. “This. What you said. What you did and said to make me…to make me hard again.”

  The clouds blew away and her sunny smile returned. “Oh. You mean that.”

  “Yes. That is what I mean.”

  “You mean about how you get jealous when you think about me with other men?” The smile cracked into a devilish grin.

  My cock flopped on my lap. “Faith, you shouldn’t. I shouldn’t have said anything. I…I don’t know why I did. It’s not right. It’s not right to talk like that or say things like that. It’s not natural. I…I let myself get carried away. I gave in to this dark desire but we shouldn’t. Really. We just shouldn’t.”

  Faith’s eyes darted around my face, studying my eyes and cheeks and mouth. She answered with a single word. “Why?”

  “Why? Why? Well…because. It’s unseemly. It’s dirty and filthy and probably wrong…”

  “Does it say so in the bible?” she asked.

  The question stunned me. “Does it…does it say…”

  “Does it say a man and a woman can’t enjoy a secret pleasure that they both share?”

  Again, my breathing stopped.

  That they both share?

  It was a long moment before I sucked in air. “That they both share?” I asked, echoing my thoughts. “Faith, what are you saying?”

  “Oh, William, it was so dirty and lewd when you told me that you were…aroused by your own jealousy. But the more I thought about it the more I…well, I became aroused by it, too. I spent all of dinner thinking about it, trying not to think about it. And then, when it was time for bed I, well, I just couldn’t help myself. I needed you. I needed to feel you. I needed to feel you inside of me and making me feel so good William,” she purred.

  I stared wide-eyed at her, unable to believe that this was Faith, my Faith, the Faith I knew. It was, I knew it was, but she seemed like another woman entirely. It seemed as if with one simple act I’d tipped Faith over some precipice, pushed her over some ledge and now she was free falling into this other women, this depraved version of herself.

  Lord only knew how she would end up.

  Even as we gazed into each other’s eyes again Faith began rubbing herself against my leg.

  And I could only think of one question.

  God, what have I done?

  Chapter 9

  I did not and get up and prepare my sermon after that. We both quickly fell asleep and awoke too late the next morning. I darted out of bed and into the shower, then sprang still nude back into the bedroom to rummage for my cassock.

  Faith hurriedly prepared a simple breakfast of eggs and toast and coffee and before long we were shuttling through the rising humid heat to church.

  We arrived just as the first members of the congregation did. Samuel Jones was already there
and had opened the church.

  I apologized profusely for my lateness but he dismissed me with a wave of his hand and said that they were all very easy-going there and that I shouldn’t worry about such things.

  So, it was with slightly trembling hands that I stepped behind the pulpit to a church full of smiling faces to perform my first mass. The nerves only lasted for a moment or two.

  After all of the chaos and tumult that had hounded my like a storm over the last few days the pulpit felt like a place of respite. A place of solace.

  All of the questions and worries that had been nagging me, gobbling up my attention, faded into the background then disappeared completely as I began the mass. By the time it was over I felt like a new man.

  Greeting folks by the door as they left in my natural element and not at the beach made me realize that everything was going to be alright.

  “Reverend?” Samuel James voice came from behind me.

  I turned to see him smiling, standing with a couple I hadn't yet met.

  “Samuel,” I said returning his smile.

  Samuel let out a hearty chuckle in his low baritone. “Please, Reverend. We know each other well enough for you to call me Sam.”

  “Of course,” I replied.

  “This is my brother Jackson and his wife Cecilia,” he said, gesturing at the pair.

  Jackson did look similar in build and facial features to Sam. He was maybe a little stockier, carried a little more weight but had obviously spent a large amount of time at the gym.

  Cecilia was a very attractive lily-white young woman with red hair and green eyes. She was holding onto Jackson's arm so tightly it gave the impression her life depended on it. She seemed very much in love with the handsome black man.

  “Lovely to meet you both. I'm so looking forward to my time here at Scramonston.”

  Jackson nodded and his lips split into the same toothy grin his brother had.

  “Jackson and Ceci and I thought that, being new to town, you and Faith might like to join us for dinner tomorrow night? We're going to Mandy's Diner. It's really the only place in town. I'm sure you've noticed by now how small Scramonston is.”

  “It's just the sort of place I was looking for,” I replied. “I very much appreciate the invitation but I'm sure you all will understand that I have to speak to Faith about it first.”

  “Of course,” Sam said, nodding. “Of course.”

  I finished greeting the rest of the congregation and went back inside the church to collect my things.

  Faith had them all ready to go and leaned in to kiss me as she handed them to me.

  “Oh my,” I said quietly, but smiling. “Be careful. The Lord's watching.”

  Faith leaned away from me but kept her eyes affixed on mine.

  The lapse in my memory of the events of the last few days came to an abrupt end.

  The wicked was back on her face.

  “Faith?” I asked.

  “What are you scared that he might see?” she asked.

  My heart sank a little. It wasn't that I minded the game she was trying to play so much as that she seemed to want to play it all the time. “Faith, really, please. Not here.”

  I said it perhaps a little too sternly because her smile faded and she looked away. I figured there would be plenty of time on the drive home to sort it out and the church was getting stuffier by the minute under the rising sun. I walked towards the door and Faith followed me out.

  The parking lot was empty save for one car. I recognized it to be Sam's, meaning he was still there.

  As Faith and I descended the stairs he stepped around the corner of the church. “Reverend you're still here. And with your beautiful wife.”

  I froze. Hearing him speak the words “your beautiful wife” made a tremor rush through me. I turned and what I saw scared me even more.

  Faith was beaming, her cheeks a little rosy from the compliment. Whether she knew it or not, her eyes raked up and down Sam's muscular body and I knew she could only be thinking of one thing.

  My veins filled with a dose of the most potent lust I'd ever felt, spiked by the jealousy their little exchange inspired.

  They stared at each other for a moment too long but neither seemed ashamed of it.

  I could not believe what I was seeing. My wife, my once faithful, pious wife had been corrupted and by my own hand. She was a reverend's wife and yet here she was in the church parking lot, flirting with another man.

  “Did your husband mention the dinner invitation?” Sam asked.

  Faith looked at me and frowned. “Why no. He didn't say anything.”

  “Oh, well I'm glad I caught you then,” Sam replied. “Tomorrow night. Mandy's Diner. Only place in town but you'll love it. The food's delicious. My brother his wife and I would like to invite you as our guests. The Reverend said he had to ask you if that would be alright?”

  Faith shot me a look, as if scolding me for not having said anything. “Of course it would be more than alright. We'll be there!”

  “Wonderful!” Sam said.

  As I took a step towards the car he leaned forward towards Faith. Out of the corner of my eye I saw him pick up her hand, lift it by the palm, then lean lower and press his lips against it in a kiss. He gazed into her eyes the whole time.

  My cock throbbed to life.

  “It was lovely to see you again, Faith,” Sam said.

  “It was lovely to see you too, Samuel.”

  I pretended to ignore the exchange and continued walking to the car. I was sweating profusely from the sun and my cassock. My heart pounded against my rib cage as I replayed the memory of what had just happened over and over again in my mind.

  Dropping myself into the car I turned the ignition and gripped the steering wheel. By the time Faith was sitting next to me my knuckles were white and my cock was a solid column between my legs.

  I didn't dare look at her and let on that I'd seen or heard what had happened between them. I pulled out of the parking lot and onto the street staring straight ahead.

  Faith spoke softly and I could tell she was looking at me as she did. “That Samuel Jones, what a nice man.”

  I couldn't help myself. I looked over to see that she was looking at me with her wicked smile. Her eyes drifted down my body and widened as they saw what was bulging in my lap. She looked up.

  Our eyes met.

  Faith's ruby lips parted slightly. “Oh my, William. Oh my.”

  The words cut into me like a knife.

  I said nothing until we got home. Even though I could barely drive the car from how much my head was spinning as it tried to make sense of what I was feeling and what I was supposed to feel.

  When we walked into the house I dropped my briefcase on the floor which made Faith turn in the hall and look at me.

  She was wearing her Sunday best. A lovely polka dot summer skirt which went half way down her calves. She wore a modest blazer for a top and she'd done her hair up tight in a bun with a pillbox hat. She folded her hands together and looked at me. “William?” she asked. “Is something wrong?”

  My blood boiled. “Yes,” I said through clenched teeth. “Yes. Something is wrong. This has got to stop.”

  Her expression grew serious. “Stop? What has to stop?”

  I pressed on through my anger, not at Faith because it really wasn’t her fault, but at myself for having let things go this far. “Faith, I do not blame you. I don’t blame you that you are playing this game. I blame myself. It’s because of my own weakness that we’ve ended up here but I’m…I’m afraid that if I let this go farther…I’m afraid it will not end in a good place.”

  “William? Are you…are you speaking about…”

  “Us, Faith, yes. I’m speaking about us. I’m speaking about this…this attraction, this arousal my jealousy inspires between us. It feels so good, it does but I’m…it scares me, Faith. It scares me what will happen if we let it go on.”

  Faith remained silent for a few moments, as if mulling ov
er what I’d said. “It does feel good, doesn’t it?”

  “It does, Faith,” I said, pressing close to her and squeezing her arms with my hands. “It does. But…”

  Faith began to nod. “You’re probably right.” She looked up and into my eyes. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry that I took it this far.”

  “No, Faith, it’s not…you have nothing to be sorry about! This is all my doing,” I explained.

  Faith shook her head. “It’s not just your doing, William,” she said, affixing me with her beautiful blue eyes. “It was just that you were getting so excited. It felt so…it was so intoxicating watching you get so excited. When Samuel took my hand in the parking lot…you saw that didn’t you? That’s what this is about?”

  I nodded.

  “When Samuel took my hand in the parking lot I…William,” she whispered, “my pussy got so wet.” She broke our stare and her eyes darted down to my midriff just in time to see the effect her words had had.

  My cock engorged, bulging out of the front of my trousers.

  “When his lips touched my hand,” she went on quietly, “all I could think of was how hard it would make you. And,” she said closing the distance between us as she put her arm around my neck, “what you would do to me once we got home.”

  Inside me a battle was raging. A battle for my very soul, it seemed like. All of my inner demons had crawled out from all of their darkest hideaway and were tearing and clawing at my resolve trying to break my will and let them rule my mind.

  God how beautiful Faith looked. How beautiful she would look in the bedroom with her legs spread, crucifix still around her neck, dangling between her voluptuous breasts.

  But I had to put an end to this somewhere. I had to stop this before it went too far, before we both did something we’d regret. Didn’t I?

  Didn’t I?

  Or could I get away with just one more time. Just one last hurrah before I buried my twisted desires away forever and we both returned to our normal life.

  Maybe just one last time wouldn’t hurt.

  “Alright,” I said through clenched teeth, voice strained, jaw tight. “Just one last time.”