The Preacher's Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy Novel

by Jason Lenov

  Women’s voices giggling and laughing. Among them, Faith.

  I stood up quickly, shuffled into the hall, found her standing there and grabbed her arm.

  “William?” she asked, surprised by my insistent grip. “Is something wrong?”

  “Nothing,” I said, my voice curt. “Let’s go home.”

  Despite my gruff manner, Faith turned and waved at the women behind us and laughed again. They laughed back and shouted goodbyes.

  We were home in under ten minutes and through the door.

  Faith turned and set her hands on her hips. “William! What has gotten into you this time?”

  “Pack your bags. We’re leaving Scramonston tonight.”

  Chapter 16

  Faith’s powers of persuasion proved greater than I had expected. Instead of panicking or crying or throwing her hands in the air, she cooed and soothed and coaxed me down from my trepidated state and managed to convince me to sleep on my decision.

  She led me up the stairs by my hand, smiling and saying everything was going to be alright.

  How little she knew.

  She undressed me, opening my shirt one button at a time before slipping it off my shoulders and letting it fall to the floor in a soft heap. Then she ran her hand across my chest.

  I could tell she was aroused. She had that look in her eye, that controlled, calculating, wicked look and I wondered what had brought it on. Surely she, too, hadn’t seen what I had?

  By the time she’d removed my pants and underwear I was stiff again. I wanted to stop her, wanted to tell her that we needed to talk but what would I say? Would I really describe what I had seen to my lovely wife?

  When she slipped off her own blouse and bra and skirt and underwear, the beauty of her body and her gentle touch seduced me into lying down on the bed with her.

  She lay me down on my back and her hand slid between my legs. Her fingers wrapped around my cock. “What’s gotten you so worked up, William?” she whispered.

  Her breath was so deliciously moist and hot against my cheek. She gave my cock a long tug.

  I looked into her eyes and couldn’t look away. “Faith…I…”

  “Yes?” she batted her lashes at me playfully.

  “We can’t stay here.”

  She pursed her lips in a pout. “Why not?”

  “We…it’s just…I’ve seen things. Terrible things…” I whispered.

  Faith’s mouth cracked into a smile. “Terrible like your wife’s mouth full of a thick, black cock?”

  I stiffened in her hand.

  Faith squeezed her fist around me even harder and ran it slowly up and down my shaft. “I have a confession to make, William.”

  I sucked in a breath at how good she was making me feel between my legs. “What?”

  She lowered her eyes but continued to stroke. “I haven’t been entirely truthful with you.”

  “You haven’t?”

  Faith shook her head, contrite. She turned her eyes to look at me again. “You remember when I told you that all of the things I did, all of those filthy things were for you, William?”

  I nodded. Another pulse of pleasure raced up from between my legs and drenched my brain as Faith continued stroke after long stroke.

  “Well, I wasn’t being entirely truthful then.”

  A powerful rush of jealousy burst through me but served only to heighten my lust. “You weren’t?”

  “No, William.”

  Stroke.

  Stroke.

  Stroke.

  “I have to tell you, William, that I have been taking some pleasure in our little game as well.”

  Another hot burst of jealousy shot through me. I couldn’t believe what I was hearing. My Faith, my precious little angel was actually admitting that she enjoyed all of the lewd and sinful things I’d made her do? Could it be true? “You have been?” I seethed through clenched teeth, so close to my climax I was nearly ready to burst.

  “Oh I have been, William. So much.”

  Cum frothed inside me and began to pull out of my testicles and swell into my shaft.

  “I want you to let Sam use me, William.”

  Oh God. How could I resist this?

  “I want you to give him to me and tell him he can have me and watch as he takes me in front of you.” Her stroking had quickened, urging my orgasm closer. “Will you do it?”

  “What?”

  Her hand slowed.

  My release ebbed, crawling back up my spine. “Oh please don’t stop!” I begged.

  “Oh William,” she said, tilting her head to one side and arching her brow in empathy. “I love you so. Will you give me this one thing? Please?”

  How perfect and precious she looked.

  Her strokes sped up and once again I neared my eruption. But still…I couldn’t. Could I? “Faith…I…perhaps we can…”

  Her grip on me relaxed. Her expression softened into sadness. She hung her head a little lower.

  After everything she’d done for me, how could I deny her this request?

  My hips began to buck, my body desperate to rid itself of this ache she’d stirred inside me. If only she would just tighten her grip again and…

  Oh, fuck it!

  “Yes.”

  Faith perked up. “Yes?” she asked, slightly disbelieving at what she’d heard.

  “Yes. Please, will you…”

  And once again I saw that wicked little smile.

  Her hand tightened around my cock. She started pumping as if she were trying to suck water out of a dry well. She eyed me with glee and wonder and delight.

  The signal shot down from my mind.

  My cock erupted, splashing hot sperm all over Faith’s hand and arm.

  She smiled as she continued to milk me through my ejaculation, seemingly taking as much joy in it as I was.

  Bliss blurred my vision and I thought I saw a halo surround my perfect little angel as her whole body shook from pumping me so hard.

  When I was finished, she squeezed out the last few droplets of what I had left, then lay down next to me with one hand on my chest and her head on my arm. “Oh William. I love you so much,” she whispered.

  I sighed as darkness loomed inside me to fill the emptiness after my climax.

  For better or worse, it seemed that our agreement had been signed.

  ***

  The following morning Faith was all aflutter. She woke me up with her songbird hum coming from the bathroom as she brushed her teeth.

  With the first thought to hit my mind being the memory of what I’d agreed to the night before, I sprang from the bed and darted towards the bathroom in the hopes that I could make her change her mind.

  On my way there, the phone rang. I paused, then thought to myself that there really could be no matter that was more important than the one I needed to discuss with Faith in that moment.

  She popped her head out of the bathroom, toothbrush still in her mouth and smiled. She was wrapped in a white towel. “Would you get that?”

  My shoulders slumped. I turned and walked towards the phone and picked it up. “Hello?”

  “William.” Sam’s voice was just as deep over the phone as it was in person and hearing it sent a tremor racing through me.

  “Sam,” I replied.

  “I hope I didn’t wake you?”

  “No. I was…I was already up.”

  “Good. Did you have time to think about what we talked about last night?” he asked, getting right to the point.

  Faith walked out of the bathroom, teeth sparkling and hair brushed. She smiled and mouthed “Who is it?”

  “William? Are you still there?” Sam asked.

  Faith frowned at the pause in my reaction then her eyes brightened at the realization of who it might be. “William, is that Sam?” she asked aloud.

  William spoke on the other end of the line. “It sounds as if your lovely wife is in a very good mood this morning. Could I talk to her?”

  So I was left with not much
choice but to hand Faith the phone and listen to only her side of the conversation.

  “Hello, Sam! Yes!” There was a pause during which I assumed William was explaining the reason for his call.

  Faith shot me a sly look.

  My stomach sank down between my knees.

  “Why yes! We did have a conversation about it last night.” She paused, listening intently again. “Oh I think we’re both in perfect agreement about it, yes.”

  I felt like crawling back into bed and never coming out again as I watched Faith bite her lip as she spoke to Sam. Who knew what filthy act he'd described to her to make her smile like that?

  “Tonight? Tonight would be perfect,” Faith said, nodding. Almost as an afterthought she turned to me to ask “Er, would that be alright?”

  I shuddered at how she'd almost forgotten to check with me. Still, I nodded. Why? God, I wish I knew. I wish I knew why I couldn't control this urge, why I would risk Faith and our marriage like this.

  It had it's claws in me and wouldn't let go.

  Faith's smile widened. “Yes. Tonight will be perfect.” Sam must have said something else on the other end of the phone because she blushed and looked at the ground before whispering "Bye," and hanging up.

  Faith dropped the phone on the carpet floor, clasped her hands in front of her chest and crossed the room letting the towel fall away as she walked.

  My eyes widened and my pulse accelerated at the sight of her freshly showered curves. I gasped when she sank to her knees in front of me and hooked her fingers in the elastic of the underwear I'd slept in.

  She reached in with her other hand and pulled my hardening cock out. A devilish smile flickered across her lips as she stared at my inflating cock-head. “You're going to see it tonight, William,” she whispered, then bit her lower lip.

  That must have been what Sam told her, that he was going to fuck her tonight. I was going to watch my wife get fucked by Sam.

  I tried to let that sink in.

  A panic erupted in me at everything that had happened the day before and what this meant. This meant that I would have to honor the agreement that I'd made with Sam. I would have to let him…no, I would have to offer her to the breeding circle. The same way I’d seen Gloria offered the night before. “Faith, wait!” I said but it was too late.

  As the words came out of my mouth she popped my cock into her hot face and began to slurp and suck it with wet gurgles and smacks like a filthy little whore.

  I tried. God how I tried to pull it out, to push her off me and talk to her, to explain what I was condemning her to if we went through with this.

  But oh God her mouth felt so good. I couldn’t. I just couldn’t. I’m a weak, weak man and Faith slurping at my thickening member had me at my weakest.

  Each time I made a renewed effort she would only pop off my cock, giggle, then run her tongue up and down my shaft until it glistened with her spit. And what a filthy and beautiful sight that was.

  After a few rounds of this, Faith wrapped her hands around the back of my legs and put her face on my dick in earnest. Opening her mouth wide she impaled herself onto me until I felt the back of her throat touch the head of my cock.

  Then, with a deep gurgle, she began swallowing more and more of me.

  I watched wide-eyed as my hard muscle disappeared past her lips and into her mouth. Her throat was as tight as her pussy and the sensation of her muscles rubbing the tip of my phallus as she swallowed coaxed the nut out of my balls.

  Suddenly, she pulled off of me and sucked in a giant lungful of air. Then she gagged. When she looked up at me, she had tears in her eyes but was smiling that wicked, whorish smile. “William,” she said, grabbing my cock and slapping it against her face. “Fuck my mouth, William. Fuck my mouth the way Sam did. I…oh fuck, I loved that so much!” The last few words were spoken through clenched teeth as she slapped herself with my dick a few more times.

  Faith was no longer the preacher’s wife. She was the preacher’s whore. And she was about to become the parish whore soon.

  Lust surged into my cock at that lecherous thought.

  I took a hold of Faith’s head the way Sam head, one hand on top the other beneath her chin.

  A look of surprise flashed across her face but was quickly replaced by excitement as she popped her mouth open, ready for my intrusion into it.

  I drove my cock along her tongue, pushing it deeper and deeper into her throat until all of it disappeared completely into her mouth.

  Her hot wet slobber and sticky bile seeped from between my hard flesh and her lips, dripping onto the carpet.

  After I’d held myself there for a while, I began to thrust, the same way I would into her cunt.

  As Faith opened her mouth wider, each time I kissed the back of her throat with my cock would result in a nasty “Guh, guh, guh,” sound.

  The whole scene, combined with thinking of Sam doing the same thing to her and wondering what he would do to her that night made the sperm surge out of balls.

  I yanked my cock out of her throat, wrapped a fist around it and began to pump as the climax slammed into me like a tidal wave.

  With spit and bile streaming down one side of her mouth, Faith perched herself on her hands and knees and craned her neck so her face was directly beneath my cock. She smiled widely as the first gush of semen landed in a perfect diagonal line across her face with a fat slap.

  Rope after rope of jizz painted her face a creamy white.

  She popped her mouth open and let some of it splatter across her tongue. She closed her mouth and rolled it around, tasting the seed, then began to blow little bubbles of it out.

  I’d never seen a filthier sight. I roared as my orgasm crested, shooting more cream across her face, with some landing lower on her chest.

  As the pleasure receded and my stroking eased, Faith reached up, slapped my hand away, then gobbled up my cock sucking it like she needed to drain every last bit of cum out of it.

  I watched her cum-splattered face, stared into those dreamy eyes as she polished my knob to a glistening sheen.

  When she finally popped off, she licked a little of my jizz off her fingers, pulling them out of her mouth with a pop as if she were sucking a lollipop.

  A shiver ran through me. My angel’s fall was complete. She had once been the perfect pastor’s wife. Now she was the perfect whore and all thanks to me.

  I had to try and save her one last time. “Faith,” I whispered, still panting somewhat.

  “What is it, William?”

  I sank to my knees. “I have to tell you something. We have to talk.”

  Faith smiled with one corner of her mouth. “Oh no you don’t,” she said. “You’re not going to try and get out of seeing Sam tonight, are you?” she asked.

  My heart stopped. How did she know?

  “They told me that you might do this.”

  What was she talking about. “Told you? Who?”

  “The other wives,” Faith replied.

  “What…why on earth were you…” Faith chuckled and pressed her fingers against my nose. “Never you mind, William. A girl’s allowed to have some secrets, isn’t she?”

  What was going on here?!?

  “I love you so very much, William. But tonight I’m going to let Sam have me and you’re going to watch. And it’s going to be beautiful. Don’t worry. You’ll see.” Faith put her hands on my shoulders and stood up.

  Sticky cum dripped from her face onto the carpet. A splotch landed on my cheek. She didn’t notice, or perhaps she didn’t care. She stared down her nose at me for a few moments, then turned and walked slowly back to the bathroom and a moment later I heard the shower running.

  It was no use. A deal was a deal.

  Chapter 17

  Faith had driven into the city and spent the rest of the day there while I had sat in the house fretting about what the evening would bring.

  She arrived home with more boxes, much to my chagrin. I was too preoccupied for the money
she’d spent to bother me, though I knew we would be paying for my complacency and her spendiness later. A preacher’s salary is modest and mine was even more so than usual.

  Nonetheless, I didn’t make a fuss or tell her she had to return anything. I felt too guilty about having led us into this and too afraid of what we were both about to do.

  When she descended the stairs in her new outfit, a slender white dress that flared at the bottom with no bra and most likely no panties underneath, I caught my breath.

  “Faith, you look stunning.”

  Faith smiled and nodded her head slightly to one side at the compliment, as a queen might. She donned her stilettos and stood by the door looking even more regal as she eyed me on the couch. “Will you drive your wife to her lover?” she asked.

  My throat tightened but I stood up. Walking across the room and into the hall I ran a hand down her pale arm. I looked into her eyes, tears welling in mine.

  “William! I was joking!” she said, slapping my arm. “Come on.” And there she was again. My Faith. The innocent schoolgirl, the preacher’s wife. She laughed. “Let’s have some fun?”

  “Okay.”

  Because what could I say?

  Faith floated out towards the car and I trudged along behind her. The whole way there I drove slouched forward, gripping the steering wheel so tightly it turned my knuckles white.

  Sam opened the door in nothing more than a pair of boxer shorts and a robe. His snake was on formidable display against the thin fabric of his underwear.

  It made me shudder to think that soon it would be inside Faith.

  “Faith,” he said. “Please come inside.”

  He didn’t acknowledge me this time but left the door open as he took Faith by the hand. I shuffled in after her and closed the door quietly so as not to disturb them.

  “You look stunning,” he said, eyeing her up and down and smiling.

  “Why, thank-you!” Faith replied with a curtsy like a southern belle followed by a giggle.

  Sam leaned forward and kissed her on the cheek. “Now come.” Still holding her by the hand he led her up the stairs.