The Preacher's Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy Novel

by Jason Lenov

  Far stranger things were still to come.

  Chapter 7

  After returning to the beach Samuel began introducing me to some of the other members of the congregation. I politely shook hands and did my best to begin memorizing names. But I was distracted.

  Faith was nowhere in sight and my eyes kept darting up and down the beach, over the sandy dune in the hopes that I would spot her.

  After a while Samuel seemed to notice my discomfort. “Reverend I can see you are looking for your wife?” he asked.

  I smiled and nodded. “Yes. I’m just…I hope she’s having a good time is all.”

  Samuel shot me a grin. “Oh Reverend, I can assure you she is. We are all very friendly down here.”

  Once again I swallowed away the dryness that had gripped my mouth and throat. I glanced at a few more of the couples that were lying on the beach taking in the sun and sand.

  It was as if Samuel read my mind. “Forgive my directness, Reverend,” he began, “but it’s been my experience that people are always curious to ask but don’t want to be rude.”

  “Ask? About what?” I lied.

  Samuel ignored the obvious lie with a polite smile. “I realize that we have a large number of couples who are of mixed race. I thought of mentioning it to you when we first met but thought it would be better if you saw for yourself.”

  “Well Samuel, I can assure you that it doesn’t trouble me,” I said, getting a bit defensive. “I’m a modern man and…”

  Samuel raised a hand. “Oh no, not at all. That’s not at all what I meant,” he explained. “I was quite sure you wouldn’t have a problem with it. But it is a little strange to see so many all at once, isn’t it?”

  I sighed, relieved that he didn’t think I would somehow be offended by the matter. “I suppose it isn’t something I’ve seen in such a concentrated way before, no.”

  “Yes. Well, we are just a very inclusive bunch here at Scramonston. The community has sort of been built around that idea. You’ll see much more of that the more time you spend here.”

  I smiled and nodded, grateful for the explanation and feeling a little less ashamed of what had transpired in the bush.

  At that moment, Faith bounded up. “William, it’s wonderful! I’m having so much fun! I’m going to love living here so much.” She bounced away as quickly as she’d come.

  Again all I could muster was my weak smile. While I was happy that she was happy I could not ignore the feeling that had begun gnawing away inside me.

  Samuel’s explanation had seemed genuine but the more I thought about it the more it didn’t make any sense. How could it be just a coincidence that there were so many mixed couples in such a small place? And why was it that all of the women were white and all the men black and none the other way around?

  I spent the rest of the day trying not to dwell on the thought but found it difficult. I spun myself deeper and deeper into a brooding mood and by the time we were on our way home I had turned full grump.

  Faith seemed oblivious as she hummed her way back to the car which only made me more sore. It was only when I slammed my door and began to back out of the parking spot that she noticed something was wrong.

  “William? What’s the matter?” she asked, her voice betraying her concern.

  “Nothing.”

  Like I said, it was rare for me to get so sour. I glanced at her to see her roll her eyes.

  “William Caldwell don’t you give me that!” she said tersely, shaking her head so that her blonde locks danced across her shoulders. “I’ve known you long enough to know your bad mood when I see it now fess up! What has gotten into you?”

  Even Faith’s sweet concern couldn’t drag me out of the smouldering cauldron of my own fear and distrust. “Nothing,” I harrumphed. “Like I said. Oh look, a bird.”

  Faith’s mouth tightened. She tilted her head to one side and stared me down.

  I kept my eyes on the road but I could feel her gaze burning into my side. I didn’t expect her soft hand settling on my shoulder and I jumped and nearly swerved the car at the unexpected sensation. Thankfully there were no other cars around.

  “Oh William you’re so tense!” Faith purred as she began to rub my shoulder.

  I realized just how tense I was and let my shoulders sag.

  “There. That’s better.”

  We drove in silence for a while longer with Faith kneading my shoulder until the hard knot of anger that had formed in my stomach loosened somewhat.

  By the time we pulled into the driveway the worst of my mood had passed and I turned to Faith to apologize. “My love, I’m sorry about that back there,” I said.

  “It’s alright,” Faith said, shaking her head gently. “We all get in a foul mood from time to time. It’s just so unlike you. Now will you tell me what’s wrong?”

  She asked the question so earnestly and with such empathy that I melted at once. I sighed, looked down at the floor of the car and gathered my thoughts. “Faith,” I began, then took a deep breath. “Faith I feel as if there is something strange about this place.”

  “Strange?” Faith asked in that innocent way she had.

  I hesitated, not sure about how to lay out what I’d been thinking about. “Don’t you find…don’t you find that seeing so many…mixed couples is a little odd?”

  Faith raised one eye, scrunching her brow and shaking her head. “William what on God’s green earth has gotten into you? Do you have a fever?” she asked pressing her hand against my head. “First you tell me you’re going to resign and now this? I’ve never seen you to act so crazy. And that mood in the car! Too much time in the sun?”

  I felt my mood begin to sour again. She wasn’t taking this at all in the way I’d hoped or perhaps I hadn’t explained it the right way. “I am not sick, I assure you,” I said, pushing her hand away.

  “Then what is it? I barely know you for how you’re behaving.”

  What I needed, I realized in that moment, was to find the answer to that question. The precise answer. What was it. What was it that was making me act so unlike myself that even Faith, my own wife, didn’t recognize me.

  The answer came, as most answers to these sorts of questions do, in a single word.

  Jealousy.

  I was jealous. I was jealous because of my own twisted fantasies. I was jealous of Faith talking to all those men. I was jealous of Samuel’s long cock. I was jealous of it all and I had been oblivious to the feeling.

  “Faith…” I began, but faltered. I said a silent prayer for strength. “Faith…I believe that I am feeling jealous of you.”

  Faith gave me a very curious stare. “Jealous? Of what?”

  Oh good heavens what on earth had I gotten myself into? How could I explain it to her now that I’d said it, how could I tell her just part of the story without sharing the whole thing.

  But I couldn’t share the whole thing. I could never do that. What would her reaction be if I told her about my perverted dreams? I didn’t dare find out.

  And then, in the worst of possible coincidences, my cock began to harden at the memory of Faith surrounded by all those big black men.

  She hadn’t noticed anything yet but it was only a matter of time if I let it engorge fully that she would. I said another prayer to no avail.

  “William. Will you tell me or not? What are you jealous of?”

  Think of something!

  “Faith…we have kept to ourselves mostly,” I said, the words coming out with some difficulty. “It’s just…when I saw you today on the beach and…and you looked so…you looked so beautiful and…and I saw all those men around you I…”

  I locked eyes with Faith and time seemed to freeze.

  I saw the moment something clicked.

  Her eyes began their slow journey down my chest, down past my abdomen until they came to rest on the lumpy bulge in my trousers. They didn’t shoot back up the way they normally did. Faith crawled back up my body this time until our eyes met again. One c
orner of her mouth turned up. “Jealous?” she whispered. “Are you sure that’s the word for it?”

  A shiver raced down my spine at how she said it. The look, that wild look appeared in her eyes except this time it was somewhat more controlled, as if she’d tamed the emotion sufficiently to be able to use it how she pleased.

  “Faith?” I whispered back. “What are you talking about?”

  Faith did not reply right away. Instead she glanced at my cock and her smile widened. “William,” she said, her voice nearly a low purr.

  I gasped as she slipped her hand along my thigh and the tips of her fingers nearly touched my throbbing cock. “Faith? What are you doing?”

  “Why, I’m just trying to be a good wife for you.” Her smile widened yet again.

  More terror seized me as I felt I was watching the puzzle pieces fall into place inside her mind.

  She slid her hand up and inch further and her palm came to rest on top of my shaft. “I felt something yesterday. After we…well, you know, after we were intimate.”

  More dryness in my mouth. I tried to swallow it back as I stared into her smiling eyes.

  “I felt something yesterday, William,” she said. At that moment she began sliding her palm back and forth along my cock.

  It flexed in her hand and the semen in my nuts began to churn and froth.

  “When you were still inside me. Do you remember?”

  Of course I remembered but why did she? And who was this new woman? This was not Faith, my wife. Faith didn’t smile at me the way this woman was with that sinister edge. Nonetheless, I knew I couldn’t deny what had happened. I nodded at her. “Yes. I remember.”

  Faith seemed very pleased by my honesty. “And today at the beach, William, I couldn’t help but notice…” she paused for a blush and to search for words. “Well, to put it bluntly, I couldn’t help but notice this.” She gave my cock a squeeze.

  I nearly moaned. I was sinfully aroused and felt as if she had me under some wicked spell. For the life of me I could not look away from her eyes, or move.

  Faith narrowed her eyes. “Would your jealousy have something to do with this?” she asked, squeezing me again.

  My ears were ringing. My heart was pounding in my chest sending blood rushing through my body and making me even hotter than I had been at the beach.

  Faith eyed me for a response but none came.

  I didn’t know what to say. I felt like I could barely even move my mouth. I was hypnotized and completely under her control.

  After a minute or so of silence Faith opened her mouth to speak but paused. Instead of saying anything she began sliding her hand along my hard shaft.

  Swish, swish.

  Back and forth, back and forth.

  My cock was fully hard and I was mere moments from an orgasm. A hurricane of emotions churned inside me. A part of me was angry. At myself and how weak I had been to give in to these base urges and desires, how I’d let them control me and push me into my current predicament.

  But a much larger part of me was immensely aroused. Something had happened to Faith. It was certainly my doing. Asking her to explore the boundaries in the bedroom is what had done it, I was sure of it. I had turned her from angel to vixen.

  I felt terrible. I felt as if I’d transformed one of God’s faithful servants for my own depraved desires. What felt even worse was how much I craved this new woman, how much I wondered just how far she would stray from her former self.

  How far would be too far?

  All of the confusion and arousal spun inside me as I stared into Faith’s beautiful and now slightly wicked eyes. The first spurt of my ejaculate shot hotly through my cock.

  I grunted and turned my eyes to my lap to leer at her pretty hand as it stroked me through my pleasure. How beautiful her fair skin looked doing such filthy thing.

  Cum drained out of me and a dark stain formed on my pants leg where it seeped through my underwear.

  I let out an enormous sigh as the heat of the moment passed and returned to myself. Just a sweaty, panting, dirty man sitting in the car with his wife.

  After the silence became to much to bare I dared to look up and into Faith’s eyes again.

  She was sitting up proudly in her seat her arms folded, supporting her generous breasts. Her smile had softened but now looked smug. “Well,” she said quietly. “That’s quite a secret you’ve been keeping from me.”

  “Secret?” I asked.

  “Yes. That being a little jealous helps you do that.” She cast her eyes down at my deflating bulge then looked back up. “Shall we go inside? I’m getting hot.”

  Chapter 8

  Faith seduced me once again that night. After making dinner and clearing the dishes, she came into the study I’d set up to try and work on my sermon for the next day.

  We hadn’t spoken about what had happened in the car. Faith had kept mostly to herself while making dinner and I unpacked a few boxes. We exchanged pleasantries during the meal but I could not bring myself to bring up such an intimate topic in the light of day.

  When she walked up behind me and put her hands on my shoulders and began to rub I sank into the sensation at first. It became quite clear that she was there to lure me up the stairs.

  As much as I wanted it I had my first sermon to prepare for. “Faith, my love, I love you deeply,” I said turning around, “but I must work on this sermon. I have nothing prepared and tomorrow is my first service. I would not want to let the congregation down.”

  Faith smiled and leaned forward to kiss me on the lips. She tasted sweet and smelled the same with just a hint of her natural odour poking through her perfume.

  It tested my resolve.

  “William you are such a good preacher I’ve heard you improvise before or have you forgotten?” she asked with a smile.

  Faith had heard me preach on many occasions and had always commented on how moving my sermons were. There had been a few occasions where, due to some circumstance or other, I had been forced to improvise and Faith had made a point of mentioning how those sermons had been some of my most inspiring.

  And so the pleasant warmth of the compliment combined with the feeling of her soft hands around my neck and wedged me out of my seat to follow her up the stairs.

  As we closed the door to the bedroom I was about to turn out the light when Faith spoke. “No. Leave it on,” she said quietly.

  I shivered with excitement at the prospect of another evening of exploratory intercourse.

  Faith didn’t move. She stood in place in the center of the room smiling. “Well?” she asked. “Aren’t you going to take your clothes off?”

  I wasn’t quite sure what to make of the strange request to take my clothes off while she watched but it was not an unappealing invitation. So, with Faith still staring at me I removed my shirt, unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my trousers and let them fall to the floor along with my underwear.

  It was, strangely, a slightly humiliating act standing in front of her without any clothes on while she stared at me. Oddly enough, it caused my cock to rise.

  Faith walked towards me staring into my eyes. Only when she stopped in front of me did she drop her gaze to stare at my inflating cock. She reached up and cupped two hands under it, raising it up higher.

  I flinched with pleasure at her touch.

  Faith looked up at me with her shinning blue eyes. “Do you like it when I touch it?” she whispered.

  I nodded, already panting heavily with excitement.

  “Would you like…would you like it if I were to kiss it?” she asked.

  Good Lord how my hot member flexed and spasmed in her hand at the question.

  It made Faith smile a little wider. “I suppose that means yes?”

  I nodded again.

  With all the gentleness of an angel descending from the clouds Faith knelt before me on the carpeted floor. She wrapped her two pretty little fists against my filthy seeder and parted her lips.

  I stopped breathing
as I stared at the tableau in front of me, Faith on her knees with my cock just inches from her parted ruby lips, her pink tongue peeking out of her mouth.

  The Defilement of Faith.

  It wasn’t just that she was on her knees about to perform the lecherous act on me that excited me, either. It was a combination of that and the fact that she appeared to be enjoying herself so very much.

  An instant later she leaned forward and slipped the purple tip of my engorged knob past her pretty lips and swept her wet tongue along its underside.

  My nuts tightened between my legs and I feared that I would erupt right then and there. Struggling to breathe again I managed to calm myself down as Faith explored my cock head with her tongue.

  Each sweep of her wet muscle against my aching rod brought fresh waves of pleasure swelling through me.

  I gaped as she took more and more of my meat into her mouth. It was such a lewd and filthy thing for her to be sucking on my dirty cock that it only made me harden more.

  Faith looked up. Long black eyelashes fluttered over her beautiful blue eyes as if she were asking “Is this right?”

  Profanity after profanity filled my mind.

  It’s so fucking right.

  Faith smiled with her eyes at how pleased I was, at how pleased she was making me. She took more of me into her mouth. Her hands worked the base of my cock in rough jerks.

  As I felt the semen begin to leave my testicles I tried to pull back. I put a hand on her cheek and pulled my hips back, worried that I might ejaculate inside her mouth.

  Faith only stared at me more intently as she shook her head, my cock still inside her mouth. She mumbled a muffled “Unh-uh,” and continued to pump.

  My cock stiffened like a beam of steel at the realization of what she was going to do. My pretty little wife, my snowy angel, was going to pump my orgasm right into her sweet little mouth.

  The thought sent me barrelling over the edge. I roared above her as she continued to pump and lick me with her tongue.

  Slop after hot slop of my creamy seed retched into her mouth. I stared at my cock flexing in her hands, spewing its greasy pungent gift into her mouth.