The Preacher's Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy Novel

by Jason Lenov

  Faith split her legs apart and welcomed me inside.

  Without a moments hesitation I sank between her legs, found her soaked entrance with my throbbing cock head and furrowed myself inside. As my hips slid back and forth along her thighs the image of what had happened earlier that night in the restaurant formed in my mind.

  I hadn’t been the only one to touch her leg that night. Before I’d shoved myself inside her, Sam’s hand had surely made her wet.

  That was enough. I roared as my cock began to retch hot seed into her cunt.

  Faith’s eyes were shut tight.

  Through the thick fog of pleasure I wondered whether she was thinking about what a naughty wife she’d been and what she’d done.

  Faith began to come. Her pussy squeezed and squelched around my cock and she shrieked.

  We sailed through the convulsions of bliss together then descended on the other side. Once we were through a post-coital embarrassment gripped me at everything we’d done.

  “You liked that?” Faith whispered, squeezing my cock with her pussy muscles.

  I flexed inside of her which caused her to giggle.

  “I guess that’s a yes!”

  I eased my cock out of her and hiked my pants up to keep the semen it was covered in from dripping onto the couch. I fell onto the couch next to her.

  Faith didn’t bother to close her legs giving me the perfect view of her slit, filled with my swimming seed as it slowly sealed shut.

  “Oh Faith,” I said, shaking my head.

  “What is it, my love?” she asked with another chuckle.

  “I don’t know. I…I don’t think we should be doing this. It’s not…it’s just not right.”

  That deflated Faith a little. She closed her legs and sat up beside me on the couch. She let out a sigh but continued to smile. “Maybe you’re right.”

  I had not been expecting her to say that. “You think so too?” I asked.

  Faith shook her head. “I don’t know what to think about all this. I know it’s wrong. I know it’s wrong to want to be with another man.”

  My stomach twisted and it cause me to gasp in shock.

  Faith reached out and put her hand over mine. “Only to please you, of course,” she added quickly. Her eyes darted sideways before meeting my stare. “I would only do it for you.”

  Oh Faith. My beautiful, loyal, chaste wife. What had I done to her?

  “You mean…you mean you would…” “Oh William, I was only saying it because I knew you were thinking about it. Weren’t you? Weren’t you thinking about the restaurant as you finished inside of me? Weren’t you thinking about his hand on my leg? The way he was stroking it?”

  My cock began to harden as I thought of it again. It was true. It was all true. I didn’t know how she knew me so well but she did. “I was,” I confessed quietly.

  “It made me so wet. Knowing how hard you were getting, that is. Knowing how it was affecting you. I had to wipe the seat off after I got up. I’d soaked straight through my dress!”

  “You had?” I asked.

  Faith nodded. “It was all from thinking that I could do something like that for you. That I could be a naughty wife and how happy it was making you.”

  My thoughtful Faith. What a lucky man I was. The idea of her actually taking another man inside herself, violating our sacred wedding vows was crushing upon me, grinding my insides into pulp.

  “You would really do it?” I asked through clenched teeth.

  “Only for you, William,” she whispered back. “Only if you really wanted me to.”

  My whole body ached with need. My cock swelled.

  “Come William,” Faith said, leaning back on the couch. “Take me again. I can tell you need it. You need release, don’t you?”

  Oh, how I did.

  I let her pull me in between her legs. Then I moaned as I slid into the comfort of her hot, wet sheath.

  Chapter 12

  One week later Sam invited us to his house for dinner. It happened in the same manner it had the week before, as I was greeting folks after service.

  He waited until everyone had left then came up to shake hands. He commended my sermon, at which I must admit I felt some pride, then asked if we would come to his house.

  Faith had gone into the church to collect my things and so it was just Sam and I.

  As I mentioned I am not one to beat about the bush and I could not carry on with Sam without bringing up what had happened the week before at the restaurant. I looked him straight in the eye. “Samuel. What are your designs upon my wife?”

  It would be natural to assume that his reaction would be outrage or innocence or denial. None of those were present in the smile that formed across his mouth. “I’m glad you enjoyed that little show, Reverend,” he replied.

  I couldn’t believe it. I couldn’t believe any of it. I pinched myself to make sure I wasn’t in a dream. I wasn’t. It stung.

  “Would you like me to stop, Reverend?” Sam asked. The smile had faded from his lips and now he was looking very serious and earnest.

  I took a deep breath and pondered the question.

  Yes.

  That was the right answer. That was the answer a man of the cloth, well any man for that matter, should give. These thoughts, these fantasies that I was having and that we were acting on were not natural.

  Standing there on the church steps I knew this was my Faustian moment. Why did I want so desperately to know what the other side of this would be like? Why could I not control the desire to know what sort of man I would be after I had watched my wife betray me in the most intimate way I could think of?

  “Reverend?” Sam asked.

  Except, unlike Faust, it was not just my soul I was selling. It was Faith’s as well.

  Faith appeared by my side and hooked her arm through mine. “Ready?” she asked with a cheerful smile.

  “Yes,” I mumbled, then looked at Sam again.

  “Would you like me to stop, Reverend?” he asked again.

  I looked to Faith. Her eyebrows were raised in curiosity at what we were talking about.

  I felt my stomach sink.

  Do the right thing, William.

  I shook my head. “No.”

  A silence settled over us and the hot air seemed to heat up even more.

  “Stop what?” Faith asked, her voice so innocent and sweet.

  This dragged me down even further as I thought of what I’d just done. What self-loathing I felt in that moment, having given her away for my own pleasure and knowing she would do it all for me.

  “Well,” Sam said, “I’m very much looking forward to welcoming you for dinner tomorrow.”

  I looked up to see Sam smiling at Faith.

  She lifted her other hand and offered it to him.

  He took it, bent forward and pressed his lips to it in a kiss.

  “We’re very much looking forward to it, too,” Faith said cheerfully as she stared at his dark lips pressed against her pale skin.

  And just like that, it was done.

  Faith left the house early the next morning and didn’t return until the afternoon. She brought in three big boxes that all looked like they had been purchased at very fine stores.

  “Where were you?” I asked as she arranged them next to the stairs.

  Faith shot me a wink and a smile. “I wanted to pick up a few things for this evening,” she explained. “Now that we’re in a house and you have a job I thought it would be nice to have some nice things. Is that alright?”

  “Well, sure,” I replied but something was making me wary, “but why today?”

  Faith shrugged. “I thought I could wear them to Sam’s tonight. If that’s alright with you?”

  I stepped forward to open one of the boxes but Faith quickly swept my hand away. “I thought it could be a surprise?” she said.

  It seemed a little strange for her to be getting so dressed up just for dinner at Sam’s. But the guilt of what I’d done, how I’d given Sam
permission to pursue her was still weighing heavily on me and if a few new things for my beautiful wife would assuage it, well so be it.

  I smiled at her and offered to carry them upstairs.

  “That would be lovely,” Faith replied, then gave me a kiss. She spent the rest of the day in the bathroom, then our bedroom presumably preparing herself for dinner at Sam’s.

  When she emerged and walked down the stairs, her appearance knocked the wind from my lungs.

  A flowing red dress that barely contained her ample breasts and ended only half-way down her thighs sashayed along her curves as she walked down the steps perched on pointy, open-toed heels.

  The shoes had the effect of flexing her calves and thighs which were on permanent display, and raising her already round ass, creating a very pleasant shelf at the small of her back.

  Her brassiere was tight and pressed her breasts together into a delicious cleft of flesh while thrusting them forward at the same time.

  Her hair was pulled to one side and tumbled gracefully over her shoulder in fat curls. She had painted her lips and toes the same dazzling shade of red as her dress so that they looked like ripe fruit ready to be plucked. Mascara stretched her long eyelashes even longer so that she was truly batting them when she blinked.

  “What do you think?” she asked quietly, a little bashful about her appearance.

  It was all I could do to close to my mouth. “I…I…I…”

  Could not talk, apparently.

  Faith giggled. “Does that mean you like it?”

  I stepped towards her and meant to wrap my arms around her waist. She was still standing on the first stair and higher than me so I had to reach up.

  “Oh, not right honey! It took me so long to figure this out!” she said, pushing me away.

  Even though it was innocent, it was still a rejection and hurt a little bit. Especially when combined with the guilt at what I’d said to Sam. Still, I got over it.

  “You look stunning,” I finally managed as I stepped away.

  “Aw, thank-you William,” Faith said, tilting her head to one side. “You’re so sweet.”

  “No, really. You look like you should be going to the opera or the ballet and sitting in the box seats and not to a simple dinner at a parishioners house.”

  What it really looked like to me was that she was headed out to walk the streets for a living, the way she was dressed. But I couldn’t say something like that to her. She would be mortified. Especially since she was doing this all for me.

  I left Faith downstairs and went up and put on some fresh slacks and a jacket I dug out of a box. It was a bit wrinkled but looked alright. Only when I came back down did I realize how mismatched we looked. But by that time there was no time to do anything about it.

  We left for Sam’s the way we were, a princess with a pauper by her side.

  When he opened the door Sam’s mouth cracked into a giant grin. Without even looking at me he took Faith’s hand and led her inside. He twirled her around his eyes raking along her curves as he did.

  Faith giggled and covered her mouth at the attention. Her cheeks heated up.

  I felt a little bad. She had done this all for me and was probably embarrassed at how Sam was reacting. I felt even worse at what was still to come: Sam’s inevitable advances, but I pushed the thought to a corner of my mind.

  After he’d finished twirling her and kissed her hand, Sam looked over at me as if he’d just realized I was there, too. “Reverend! Please, come in!”

  The house was pleasant and much larger than ours. I didn’t know what Sam did for a living but whatever it was he must have made a decent income from it.

  The decor was tasteful but obviously of a very high standard and price. There was a lot of dark wood and clean lines.

  The table had been set for three with candles glowing and gentle background music creating a very pleasant ambience.

  Still holding Faith’s hand, Sam led us through the dining room and into the living room where three tall flutes sparkled with champagne. He offered one to Faith, then to me, then took one himself and raised it up towards the ceiling. “To new beginnings!” he toasted.

  We both echoed the sentiment, though a certain dark dread crept through me at the double meaning it held. We touched glasses with a delicate clink, then drank.

  The bubbles tickled my throat but the alcohol brought an almost immediate warm buzz in my stomach and head.

  Perhaps Faith was nervous because she drank hers very quickly, prompting Sam to refill her glass.

  Because of this I glugged mine down and had a second helping with her while Sam was still sipping through his first glass.

  Now, Faith and I don’t use alcohol very often. Sometimes I’ll open a bottle of port at Christmas or Easter if we’re with guests. Other than that we refrain.

  So you can imagine the effect that two drinks of champagne had on Faith. As she slurped down the last drops of her second champagne, she melted out of her inhibitions and right into Sam’s arms.

  It happened so quickly I barely had time to react.

  She set the glass down and fixed her eyes on him and gave him a good looking up and down.

  Sam shot her wink and then me a smile before setting his glass down and slowly walking over to where she was standing.

  My heart was thumping inside my chest as I stood with my back up against the wall. What was I about to watch? Was I really going to let her go through with this for my own gratification? Was I going to turn my wife into a filthy slut?

  You might think that I could have still stopped things at this point. You might say that all I had to do was open my mouth and say “stop.”

  Well, to that I will say that you have no idea what you are talking about. I had sunk into a part of my mind that one doesn’t just emerge from oneself. One has to be dragged out kicking and screaming.

  This place felt so good.

  Sam’s muscular arms encircled Faith’s waist the same way I’d wanted to not too long before.

  Faith didn’t object or cry out or push him back. Quite the opposite. She looked up into his eyes and batted her long eyelashes as if to ask “what’s next?”

  Sam must have had a lot of experience with women by how confident and suave he was. He leaned forward.

  My cock stiffened. My pulse began to race. This was it. This was going to be another moment that I could never come back from. I was going to let another man’s lips touch my wife’s mouth.

  Seeing it happen sent a rush of angry pleasure coursing through me.

  His dark lips kissed Faith’s cherry-red mouth and before they sealed together I saw his pink tongue dart out and invade her mouth.

  Transfixed, I stood and stared.

  As their kiss deepened Sam’s hands began running along Faith’s body, up her back then back down before both of them came to rest on her round ass.

  This felt like death and ascension to me at the same time. A knife in the gut and the glorious feeling of weighing nothing and floating up towards the sky.

  Faith moaned into his mouth as he kneaded her ass and the sound made my cock harden to full stiffness.

  Sam pulled away from the kiss but kept her body close to his. He looked at me and smiled. “You alright, Rev?” he asked.

  I barely managed to nod.

  Faith swung her head slowly back to look at me. She had a bleary-eyed look from the booze but her lips looked full and ripe and her breathing was heavy.

  Ready for her bull.

  She let out a delicious giggle that burbled through the room before swinging her head back to Sam.

  He stood her up straight, stepped back, then allowed himself a nice long look at her. “You must be hungry,” he said.

  Faith nodded and giggled again.

  Sam smiled. “How about a little appetizer before dinner?”

  Faith nodded and giggled again.

  “Now being a preacher’s wife you most likely already know the best way to swallow something sacred, don�
�t you?”

  Faith looked confused for a moment.

  My innocent Faith. What had I done?

  Sam unzipped his fly and reached into his pants.

  The moment I’d been waiting for. All of my fantasies were about to be realized. The deal was about to be sealed.

  He hauled out his fat, black hose that was crawling with veins. He looked into Faith’s eyes. “On your knees.”

  Faith gasped. Her eyes were riveted to his cock. Immediately upon hearing the command, she sank to her knees still gazing at his massive dick.

  “How about a little worship?” Sam said, leaning forward and pressing the wrinkled skin of his uncut head gently against her lips.

  Faith’s lips parted. Her tiny pink tongue flicked out as if she couldn’t wait to taste his dark skin. Her eyes opened and she seemed suddenly fully alert at the first taste of him.

  Sam eased his cock into her mouth with his hand. “That’s it. Give it a good licking. Make it nice and hard.”

  I can not explain the particular intersection of the sacred and the profane I was at in that moment. I had just watched my wife’s mouth invaded by Sam’s big, black dick and yet all I could feel was an elation and arousal that was unrivalled by any up to that point in my life.

  As I watched Faith’s dainty hands come up and wrap slender fingers around his growing spear all of the self-doubt and guilt and shame that had been plaguing me, disappeared.

  I was at one with the universe, or so it felt.

  Sam put a hand against Faith’s cheek.

  She looked up and into his eyes.

  He looked over at me. “Filthy little thing, isn’t she?” he asked with a smile.

  Normal William, the William I usually was, would have defended his wife’s honor. The William I had become? He answered with one whispered word. “Yes.”

  His cock grew in her mouth until it was turgid and stretched her lips around its thick neck.

  Faith didn’t balk at his girth even when he pressed deeper into her throat and made her gag on it. She stared almost lovingly into his eyes as he poked the back of her neck.

  Sam pulled his cock out to let her breathe.

  After a few quick gasps Faith had her mouth stretched open and her tongue flapping just outside it, looking like she was begging to have it inside her again.