Gentle: A Hotwife Fantasy

by Jason Lenov

  I felt the nudge of Pater Rex's fingers touch my arm. "Come, Matthew," he whispered. "It is time to weave you into our story."

  So I let myself be led, pushed through the crowed before me and thrust into the center of the room. There I felt that all eyes were now on me and the heat of all those gazes brought a fresh shame to my cheeks.

  Pater led me past the pews of dark and staring men. He led me past the giggling gaggle of girls that pointed and laughed as I passed. He led me to the area where all the other lanky, white men sat. As we approached, they all began to shuffle making a small space for me on the bench.

  I turned to see that Pater Rex was staring at me. I could feel that everyone else was, too. What was I to do? I wasn't the kind of man to interrupt what looked to be a sacred ceremony! If there were something to be done about what was happening it could just as well be done later as now. Lowering my eyes to avoid the stares, I took my place beside the others on the bench. My heart thundered in my chest.

  "Let us welcome our newest Brave Brother!" Pater Rex shouted, raising his arms.

  The audience erupted in applause and cheers and hoots!

  I looked up in disbelief. All solemnity had lifted and now the crowd was cheering and waving and smiling! At me! They were smiling at me and welcoming me! And how much better that felt than the shameful walk I'd just made across the room. Maybe this was not going to be so bad at all?

  As the noise subsided, Pater Rex lowered his hands. He turned to me and winked smiled and in that moment I was filled with a warmth. The kind of warmth I'd never felt, the warmth a young boy feels at a father's pride. My cheeks flushed again but this time it was joy that warmed them.

  "My brother and sisters!" Pater Rex cried out. "I have a question for you all!"

  "Ask us Pater, ask us all!" they cried.

  "Have you the room in your hearts?"

  "Ask us Pater, ask us all!" they shouted.

  "Have you the love," he yelled, crushing his fist as if he were squeezing the juice out of a lemon, "in your hearts?"

  "Ask us Pater, ask us all!" they bellowed.

  "Have you the joy in your hearts to welcome this Brave Brother to our lives?!?"

  "We will welcome him with love in our hearts and love in our minds!"

  Again a joy welled in me and I felt the hot sting of tears burning behind my eyes. I fought to keep them from spilling over but the welcome I had just received proved too much. I slumped forward, burying my face in my hands. A sob spilled out, followed by a flood of hot, salty tears on my cheeks.

  Another cheer rose from the crowd.

  Perhaps this was the story I'd been waiting for. Perhaps I could learn to share this tale.

  Chapter 9

  "You should not be ashamed, Matthew." Pater Rex spoke quietly as we sat in what seemed to be his office. The spacious room had a large oak desk, a leather chair behind it, a smaller stool in front. Bookcases adorned the walls filled with tomes bound in leather. A warm fire crackled in the hearth. He moved to a cabinet and opened it. He drew out a crystal decanter filled with a red liquid. Wine, it seemed.

  "Many react as you have," he went on, taking a glass from the cupboard and placing it on the desk. Unstopping the decanter he poured some of the liquid into the glass and handed it to me. "You have felt our Gentle love and what it means to share our story. And what do you think of it?"

  My suspicions of him had, for the most part, faded. Now as I looked upon him he seemed kind and gentle and warm. He seemed to have my interests in his heart. And yet there was a discomfort in my soul at what I'd seen.

  The ceremony had ended after my outburst. The thirteen had once again donned their robes and shuffled from the room in single file. Then, the rest of the townsfolk had trickled out of the space until only Pater, the three women and I were left.

  The three women had risen and walked towards us. Two had placed a hand on my shoulders and Anna Elizabeth her hand on my head. Her touch had felt so warm and loving and when I looked up she was smiling and I felt whole again. Then, they too walked away without word and Pater had led me back to the stone building and into this room.

  "Drink, Matthew. Drink," he whispered.

  I took the offered goblet and cupped it in both hands. Putting it to my lips, the sweet smell of the liquid overwhelmed me with a sudden thirst. I tilted my head back and swallowed. It tasted of grapes and raspberries and oak.

  "Good," he purred, taking the glass from me and replacing it on the shelf. "Now, I ask again, what do you think of all this?" he asked.

  I looked up to see him looking down with inquisitive eyes. Of course I had many questions but there was something far more important to me than answers. I felt an incredible need to reach out to him, to tell this man that I'd never this kind of warmth and strength. But how to say that to someone who is practically a stranger?

  "You have something to tell me, don't you Matthew?" he asked with a gentle smile.

  "I do," I answered softly.

  "Then say it."

  "I...I can't."

  He stooped low in front of me, meeting my lowered gaze with his. "You must know this," he began. "There is nothing you can't say here, Matthew. I will be your friend and keeper the same way that I am for all these folk." He swept his arm towards the window. "Each of you Brave Brothers can speak freely with me. No one must live in silence."

  His quiet words filled me with a certain courage. "Sir, who are the Brave Brothers?" I whispered.

  "Ah," he said, standing up. He walked to one of the bookshelves behind him and removed a book by its spine. Turning, he walked towards me and placed it on the desk.

  The Brave Brother's Companion.

  "Many answers to your questions lie in there," he said, pointing at the book. "But I will tell you what I can." He walked around the desk, sat in the large leather chair and touched the tips of his fingers together, leaning back.

  "This is a special place. A place where men like you can come and live in peace."

  "Men like me?" I whispered.

  "Men just like you."

  "What kind of men are they? What kind of man am I?"

  Pater Rex smiled. He rose and walked towards a bookshelf. Pulling another book by its spine I heard a faint click somewhere in the wall.

  To my surprise the bookshelf swung open revealing a dark room beyond. A few seconds later a pale foot, toenails painted cherry red, emerged. Followed by a calf. Then a thigh. Then the full, voluptuous figure of my own Anna Elizabeth stepped into the room. She was still wearing her pale white robe.

  I stood. Somehow her entrance had inspired the reaction. A sign of respect and love.

  Pater Rex took her by the hand, leaned down and kissed the back of it, then led her towards the center of the room. There, she stopped and stood and we stared into each other's eyes.

  I expected him to return to the bookcase and swing it shut. Instead, he held it open a little while longer. Out of the corner of my eye I saw another, darker shape emerge.

  He was one of the thirteen. Cloaked in his long, flowing robe he seemed to float into the room. He stood some feet away from us. Pater Rex swung the bookcase shut.

  As my eyes danced back and forth between Anna Elizabeth and the large man I could feel a growing tension in my groin. I breathed heavily, trying to chase the feeling away. What would happen if she saw that I was aroused by this? What would she think of me if she saw my aching bulge? What kind of a man reacted like that?

  "Sit, Matthew," Pater Rex ordered.

  I sat.

  He took his seat behind the desk and resumed his pose. "What did you feel, Matthew, when the thirteen stood in front of your wife?"

  I turned, wide-eyed and looked into Pater Rex's eyes. "Sir?" I asked.

  "Be honest. What did you feel?"

  "I...I can't say," I said, my voice fading with each word.

  "You can say anything here, remember? I will be your keeper and your friend."

  It was not urgent, the way he said it. If it were just
the two of us I might have found it easier to confess. But now, beneath Anna Elizabeth's gaze I found it hard to find my voice. "I was angry at first," I offered.

  "Angry."

  "Angry, yes."

  "A natural reaction. Anna Elizabeth is a beautiful woman."

  "Yes, she is," I added, glancing at her beauty. Her smile warmed my heart.

  "Of course the sight of your beautiful woman, your soon to be wife staring at another man's cock might make you angry. It would do that to any man."

  I nodded, fresh shame flaring in my cheeks.

  "But that is not all you felt, was it?"

  And then I knew what he was getting at. Maybe he'd seen it. Maybe he'd seen the tightness in my trousers. Maybe that was how he knew. Or maybe he just knew things in a way no one else did.

  "Was it?" he asked again, his voice deepening.

  I shook my head. I couldn't say the words aloud.

  "What else did you feel?"

  I looked between the stoic dark shape standing to one side. I looked at Anna Elizabeth's beatific smile. Then I looked down into my lap to see the small mound that had formed there to go with the ache between my legs. It was no use. Even if I wanted to lie, I couldn't. Everyone could see the answer to his question.

  "Say it," he ordered.

  "I...I...I...I felt...aroused."

  I thought I heard him purr his approval. I couldn't be sure because my ears were ringing from my shame. After a few moments of silence I looked up at his approving gaze.

  He looked to Anna Elizabeth. He nodded.

  She touched the button above her chest. The fabric of her robe fell apart. Then it slipped off revealing tender, ripe breasts with stiff and pointy nipples.

  This was the first full view I had of my Anna Elizabeth and took my breath away. The curve of her bountiful breasts narrowed into a trim waist, then flared again into abundant hips and pleasantly soft thighs. Her calves were nicely toned and I could see the defined lines of muscle in the one leg turned to one side.

  And in the center of it all was a finely trimmed patch of peachy fuzz, a soft crown above her tight slit, the entrance to her soft insides.

  "Oh Anna," I exhaled as my eyes roved up and down her perfect frame.

  She stepped towards me. Her body floated forward making my hands rise from my sides. Oh how I needed to touch her, to feel the softness that would soon be mine!

  "Ah!" Pater Rex held up a finger. Then it crooked. The motion brought the dark shape in my periphery floating forward, closer to her. Closer to us.

  Anna Elizabeth sank to her knees in front of me. She was smiling through her blue eyes.

  A robe fell away behind her. Again the veiny shape of a thick, black member invited my gaze. I stared at it. It was already half-risen. Soft muscle turning hard with dark blood.

  "What...what is this?" I gasped.

  "This," Pater Rex began, "is our story."

  I turned to see him smiling. It wasn't a mean or cruel smile. It wasn't a tender smile, either. It was the kind of smile a master smiles at his pet when they've done something he likes.

  "This," Pater Rex carried on, "is the story of Gentle. You see, Matthew, there are many ways of loving in this world. There are many ways a husband and a wife can live together. Here in Gentle we know only one. We know that all men may be created equal but that some have talents others might not possess. We know that some have bodies built for labor. Others might have minds built to think great thoughts. Others still," he said, his voice becoming hushed, "might have a stronger...potency, if you like."

  "P-p-potency?" I stammered.

  The cock in front of me had risen to a full mast now. It was long and thick and black and hard and it loomed behind Anna Elizabeth's light frame.

  "Stand, Matthew!" Pater Rex suddenly commanded.

  The very sound of his barking order made me jump from my chair. There was no hiding it now. The bulge in my trousers was clear for all to see. I lowered my eyes to the ground.

  "Remove your clothes."

  I looked at him. What treachery was this?!? What betrayal? The bonds of friendship I'd felt with him began to stretch, wearing thin between us. "Why?"

  "Show us your true story," he growled.

  By the tone of his voice I knew there was no resisting. I looked at Anna Elizabeth and I knew by her expression that she expected it of me too. Her loyalty, her love for Pater Rex was clear. I knew then that the only way to share a piece of that love was to do as I was told. I fumbled with the button of my pants and when I'd opened it, I lowered them to the ground. As I did my cock bounced out on display for all in the room to see.

  Anna Elizabeth's expression stretched to awe as her eyes opened and her jaw lowered. She was staring at my cock and it lurched under her gaze.

  "Brave Brother," Pater Rex said, "you have made the right choice. Now you will receive your reward!"

  The man behind her stepped forward and around her, finding a place just to one side.

  Anna Elizabeth turned so she could still look at me but so her mouth was just inches from his mighty cock.

  I cringed as she lifted her hands and I realized what would happen next.

  Her pale fingers wrapped around his dark snake.

  I groaned at the jealous pleasure that seared through me at the sight.

  Anna Elizabeth opened her mouth and pushed out her tongue.

  Chapter 10

  My cock lurched as I watched the distance between Anna Elizabeth's mouth and the hard member close.

  The man above her was standing still, staring down at her blue eyes looking back up.

  I felt a trembling start in my knees that threatened to make me fall over. I could barely believe what I was watching but at the same time couldn't tear my eyes away. My Anna Elizabeth, the woman I intended to marry was about to take the head of another man's cock into her mouth!

  I glanced over to see Pater Rex staring at the scene, his lips curled at the corners in a slight smile.

  Fresh rage coursed through me as I looked back. Anna Elizabeth had brought the mighty head to her mouth. Just a second more and it would be resting on her tongue. My insides twisted. My cheeks burned. My heart thundered. My blood boiled and I felt my hands squeeze into tight fists.

  Then the dark weapon landed, settling on the inviting moist flesh of Anna Elizabeth's soft, pink tongue.

  Again my own cock betrayed my dark desire. As I watched her slide the hard shaft past her lips, I cringed but couldn't help the lust that pulsed through me. It was a horrifyingly invigorating feeling. This was my woman and she was betraying a vow we hadn't even yet made! She was taking another man into her mouth! How could we begin like this! How could she ever take it back?!? And still my cock flopped and bounced and raged between my legs.

  Now I felt a hunger, too. I felt a hunger that could not be sated by any other way than by making Anna Elizabeth mine. I wanted to step up in front of her. I wanted to take her by the chin and lower her mouth onto me and feed her my vein. And then fuck her and fuck her and fuck her in the face until I could reclaim her as my own!

  But I couldn't. Even if I could have found the way to somehow disobey Pater Rex and push this dark invader aside, I knew it would be useless. Because I was frozen in place by what I was seeing. The only part of me that moved were the involuntary spasms of my cock as it swayed helpless and impotent in the air.

  Anna Elizabeth pushed the head of the cock into her mouth, then stopped. She held him there and after a moment I realized she was teasing the underside, just under the glans with her tongue. Her jaw moved slightly as she massaged that soft spot, licked it side to side then back to front, opening the veins and shaft inside the man for his seed to come spilling out.

  My mind flashed forward. Would I see that too?!? Would I be there to witness the moment when his hot liquid spewed from him and into her mouth?

  She popped off of him with a soft slurp.

  He reached forward, put the hand on the other side of her around the back of her head
and pulled her towards him once again.

  She took him, her mouth open and eager and ready.

  This time he looked more in control. This time he didn't stop when his head was inside. He kept going and I watched first a quarter, then a third, then half of his cock disappear into her mouth.

  My eyes bulged and the veins in my forehead throbbed. I felt my jaw hanging open but could do nothing to close it. As the black man eased more of himself inside my cock only flopped up and down more, betraying how aroused I was.

  Anna Elizabeth made a noise. A deep and guttural noise that started in her belly and travelled up her throat and around the thick cock stuffed into her mouth. It was a throaty gag, the sound of a stifled heave. I saw that tears had begun to stream down her face.

  I looked at Pater Rex. He was looking on in what looked to be satisfied amusement. I looked back. Her face had begun to turn red and still the tall stranger would not pull himself from her mouth.

  And there was I. Frozen on the spot. Though I was watching my bride-to-be being choked in front of me, I could do nothing but stare as pulse after pulse of jealousy-driven lust coursed through my veins.

  Finally, he pulled himself out. A long, thick strand of clear-white bile followed the head of his massive member out of her mouth.

  Anna Elizabeth gasped and collapsed forward onto her hands. Her heavy breasts swayed low beneath her chest.

  Did I go to her aid? Did I cry out? Did I even ask if she needed help?

  No! I just sat motionless, staring at what a whore she'd been made into by this dark stranger. What a filthy slut this woman was! To take a man that wasn't her husband inside her mouth!

  Again, Anna Elizabeth. Please...again.

  The voice came from the back of my mind. From the same dark place that was fuelling my arousal, that was making my cock dance at this wicked sight.

  And right after I thought it, after the words had formed in my mind, Anna Elizabeth raised herself up from her hands, grabbed onto the still-stiff shaft and impaled her dainty little mouth upon it. It looked like she wanted nothing more than to swallow it whole.

  "You know you can relieve yourself, Matthew?" The question, whispered right beside my ear made me jump and squeal with fright. Somehow Pater Rex had made his way from the chair and stood next to me without my noticing. Had I been so entranced by what was happening that I hadn't seen him move all that way?