The Preacher's Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy Novel

by Jason Lenov

  Oh good God did that make my erection rage. Plunging myself back into her mouth I gave in to her instruction that I should use her the way I liked and began fucking my cock in and out.

  I watched as her neck took the shape of the head of my cock with each rough thrust. My balls tightened almost immediately and whose wouldn’t? I knew Faith would appreciate my quick release anyways so I didn’t worry about it too much.

  As my cock hardened and my nuts came up between my legs I put my palms on the two plush pillows that were billowing back and forth across Faith’s chest and kneaded them. This only added to my pleasure and I felt my seed rise into my shaft.

  I held out for a time longer but finally could not take the aching tickle between my legs. With a few more thrusts I knew I was about to come.

  I yanked my cock from out of Faith’s mouth and was about to start stroking when she pulled me even closer over her face.

  I grabbed my dick and started to pump.

  As the first hot pulse of semen shot through my shaft I felt my nuts get swallowed into Faith’s mouth with a noisy slurp. A hot shot of dopamine rushed straight up my spine and made me cry out.

  At the same moment that blast of seed shot out of my cock and sailed through the air. It landed across Faith’s tummy, criss-crossing Sam’s hardened deposit.

  Faith sucking on my nuts caused such an intense pleasure that I blasted shot after shot of cum across her belly and coasted at the peak of my orgasm for what felt like hours. When it was finally over I staggered back causing my nuts to slip out of her mouth and drag across her face. They left a deliciously disgusting trail of spit.

  I stroked out what little I had left, then fell to my knees as Faith rolled onto her stomach on the bed, laughing. “You are…I love you,” I said, pressing my forehead against hers.

  “I love you too,” Faith replied, still giggling.

  “What are we doing?” I asked after some silence. I leaned back to look into her eyes.

  Faith shrugged. “Just having some fun?” she asked.

  I wondered if that was all it was, some harmless fun? We’d broken a bond between us and now didn’t seem worse for wear but it seemed that we should talk about it. “Faith…I wanted to say,” I began but she pressed a finger to my lips.

  Rolling over so she was on the bed length-wise, Faith crawled under the covers, then hooked her finger at me to join her.

  When I did, she nuzzled into the crook of my arm and sighed. “I know you want to talk about it. Can it wait until tomorrow? I’m exhausted.”

  Though I did feel the need to talk I also understood that Faith was tired. Besides, now that we were together again in the darkness, just Faith and I, it seemed like a conversation could wait until tomorrow. We’d reconnected and everything felt right.

  It was just Faith and I again.

  Or so I thought.

  Chapter 19

  The sobering light of day brought a fresh guilt and some shame to my mind. I woke early and rolled out of bed before Faith woke up. I took a long shower thinking about what had happened the previous night.

  I didn’t regret it, exactly. I had loved seeing her with him, after all. But I did feel like we were treading on dangerous ground. The forbidden thrill of sharing my Faith had been realized.

  It had been good but I didn’t think it would be a good idea to do it again.

  Faith startled me when she opened the shower curtain and stepped inside.

  “You’re up,” I said, unable to resist raking my eyes down her curvy frame.

  Faith smiled. “I’m up,” she echoed. “And hungry.”

  “Oh, I’ll go fix some breakfast,” I said, then made to step out of the shower.

  Faith put a hand on my arm. “Not hungry for breakfast yet.” Her smile took a lecherous twist as she reached down between my legs.

  This was unexpected. Or maybe it wasn’t. Things were starting to get a little confusing for me. Everything that had happened had made me lose my bearings a little.

  Faith had changed so much since we’d begun our exploration but I had to. I was having a hard time deciding which changes to trust and which to discard.

  Besides, I had postponed the conversation that I knew we needed to have. I was just about to mention it when Faith’s hand closed around my sack.

  She was smiling as she gently rolled my balls around in her hand. “Did you like that last night? When I sucked your nuts?” she asked.

  What was I to say? Of course I had. I nodded and stared into her eyes, glancing occasionally at her stiff nipples poking through the steam billowing in the shower.

  Faith smiled a little wider and gave my balls a squeeze, glancing down to see my cock growing.

  The reasonable part of me tried to intervene, tried to back away and tell her that we needed to talk but it was so warm and wet in there and her hand felt so good.

  “Did you like watching me with Sam?” she asked with wide eyes.

  My cock bounced suddenly, stiffening as she squeezed my balls again. Pleasure rushed through me at the memory but this was not at all the way I’d thought of having the conversation. We needed to really talk about things and not just…

  “I guess that’s a yes,” Faith said, giggling at the way my cock was bouncing like a diving board someone had just jumped from.

  “Faith, I…” “William it’s alright. You don’t have to worry. I understand. I don’t mind that you like it. I want to make you happy. Would you like me to make you happy again?”

  Her hand slipped from my sack and she wrapped it around my cock and began to stroke.

  I shook my head, not because I didn’t want her to make me happy but because I didn’t want her to get the wrong idea. I didn’t know if it would be advisable to repeat the previous nights shenanigans and I needed to tell her as much.

  “No you don’t want me to make you happy?” Faith asked with an exaggerated pout. She tightened her grip on me and gave a few rougher strokes that made me grunt.

  “Uh…of course I want that, but…” Faith pressed a finger against my lips and smiled. “That’s better. Because I want to make you happy too, William,” she said, gazing into my eyes and yanking on my stiff dick. “I want to make you so happy. I want you to watch me with Sam again, William. Would you like that?”

  The question sent a rush of pleasure through me and my cock stiffened in her hand. “I…oh God!”

  I had been about to object. But the heat in the shower and Faith standing naked in front of me and stroking me and reminding me of her and Sam together all twisted up inside me and I started to come.

  And Faith got that wild look in her eyes. As she jacked me off onto her belly I saw the excitement filling her.

  I felt as if I were falling into a void from which there might not be any return. My body had betrayed me by reacting to her question but it wasn’t really the way I felt.

  After I’d finished, Faith kept rubbing my cock until it was completely soft.

  I had just caught my breath and was about to bring up what I needed to talk about when Faith switched spots with me under the shower and swept the curtain open. “Can you make me some breakfast?” she asked, her voice sounding so sweet.

  “I…” I paused.

  There was water spraying all over the bathroom. Faith had semen leaking down onto her pussy and it just didn’t feel like the right time to bring things up. I could always do it over breakfast later.

  “Of course I will.”

  Faith smiled, then nudged me out of the shower.

  As I cracked eggs and toasted bread I thought of the best way to bring up my concerns. By the time Faith had come downstairs I had rehearsed what I was going to say and had breakfast waiting on the table.

  The phone rang.

  “I’ll get it,” Faith said.

  “No, no. You eat. I’ll get it.”

  Faith smiled and sat down.

  I ran into the living room and picked up the phone. It turned out to be the bishop calling to ask how things w
ere going. I got quite flustered, not having expected a call from him and because of what I’d just been thinking about.

  Once I’d got my bearings though, it turned into a productive conversation though I had to do some mental gymnastics to avoid the topic that was most on my mind.

  After hanging up I walked back into the kitchen.

  Faith was gone. Next to the dirty plate she’d left was a note.

  Gone shopping. Back in the afternoon.

  This was a surprising and somewhat disconcerting turn of events. I had really wanted to speak to her about the situation and what direction we should take but now it seemed I wouldn’t see her all day.

  A foul mood began to cloud my thoughts. I began to feel a little resentment towards Faith at being so callous, even manipulative. After all, she had said last night that she knew we needed to talk. Did she really think our conversation in the shower had sufficed?

  Or was there some other reason she was avoiding talking to me?

  As I tended to do when confronted with a lack of insight into another's intentions, I began coming up with all sorts of conspiracies and confabulations. It took me a good half and hour to realize what I was doing and laugh myself out of it.

  Never assume malice what can be explained by stupidity. Isn’t that how the saying goes? Of course I wasn’t saying Faith was stupid. She was probably lost in thoughts of her own and not trying to avoid me or anything like that.

  Sure, it was strange that she’d gone shopping again and that was another thing we’d have to talk about but for the time being I was determined to simply assume everything was fine.

  Which worked. Until Faith got home.

  I heard her come in as I was working in the study. Then I heard her set some boxes down on the steps. I walked out, making sure to smile, to ask how her day had gone. I balked somewhat at the number of boxes I saw.

  “William!” Faith squealed. She clapped her hands together and ran up to me like a delighted schoolgirl and wrapped her hands around my neck. “I’ve had such a day!”

  Looking over her shoulder I could see that. “What have you bought this time?”

  Faith leaned back but hooked her hands behind the back of my neck and bit her lip. “I’ve been a little naughty,” she said.

  My stomach twisted at the way she said it. This was devilish Faith. “How so?” I asked, trying to remain cool.

  “Well,” Faith said, raising her eyebrows and swinging a little side to side. “I thought…” She trailed off, her eyes searching the ceiling for what she wanted to say. “I thought that maybe we could go and see Sam again tonight?”

  This caused my stomach to turn to lead and my eyes to bulge. And, unfortunately, my cock to start growing again.

  Faith couldn’t resist a glance at it. Excitement filled her eyes at the sight of the bulge.

  Alright, William. Now is the time. You have to talk.

  I knew it was, I knew it. Faith had no doubt spent the day shopping for another outfit and thinking about Sam. This was…it was terrible. It wasn’t the way I wanted things to go at all, even though it turned me on so much.

  “Faith, I’ve been thinking…” She pressed herself against my chest. One hand slid down and grabbed my cock. “Oh William, I’ve been thinking about it too! I can’t stop thinking about it. I can’t stop thinking about him and his cock and how big it was inside me and…how happy you were when I did it!”

  Her words took me completely by surprise. I had expected she would have given some thought to what had happened but this? She seemed consumed by it. By him.

  “You love it, don’t you William? You love that I just told you that! I can see it in your eyes.” Then she glanced down again. “And somewhere else, too!”

  I shook my head but once again words failed me. Before I could stop her Faith was on her knees and had undone my trousers and yanked my cock out. She slid her pretty pink tongue along it and teased me by breathing onto the head. “Can we call him, William?”

  “Tonight?” I balked.

  “Tonight,” Faith replied, flicking her tongue against the underside of my phallus. “Don’t you want to see him take me? Don’t you want to see his big, black cock in my pussy?” she said, sounding like she was begging me to say “yes.”

  Once again my own cock lurched in her hand betraying my desire.

  “Oh I knew it, William!” Faith said. Sliding her hand to the root of my cock she plunged it into her mouth and began to suck.

  I knew what I needed to do. But I gave into my weaker side and did not do it. Steeped in the overwhelming pleasure of Faith’s hot mouth sucking my hard member I let her bring me to climax instead and in a wordless way agreed to what she’d asked.

  When she finished me into her mouth Faith practically raced upstairs with her boxes. She shouted down that I should call Sam and see if it would be alright if we went over again.

  I trudged over to the phone and did as she asked.

  “Hello?” Sam answered.

  “Hello.”

  “William?”

  “Yes.”

  A deep and quiet chuckle came across the line. “She’d like to come back?” he asked after a few moments.

  I paused. My heart sank a little but lust churned in my nuts. “Yes.”

  “And what about you?” Sam asked.

  I waited longer this time because I had to think about it. Why was this so hard? Why was this so confusing? Why couldn’t I just say no? The image of Faith splayed open kept appearing in my mind. “Yes,” I said, finally.

  I heard Sam smile on the other end. “Good. Drop by around seven. I’ll make sure I’m ready.”

  I hung up and slumped onto the couch. I was going to watch my wife be fucked by Sam again that night.

  Chapter 20

  Sam’s defilement of Faith took a nasty turn that night. He had been kind enough to prepare a seat for me so that I could recline in comfort as he proceeded to make Faith his own.

  She became so excited from the moment we stepped in the door that she gave herself completely from the moment he first touched her.

  She willingly dropped to her knees and sucked his long, black hose into a glistening column of flesh. Once he was hard she scrambled onto her hands and knees, presenting her slick cleft to him.

  Sam took it, sliding the head of his hard cock in, then the shaft.

  Faith’s eyes bulged the deeper he got but she did not protest.

  Sam took her like that for some time, one hand on his ass as he sawed in and out of her. He even went so far as to position himself so that I could see his black cock snaking into her pink hole in all its detail.

  Then he did something quite unexpected. He pulled out of her and climbed up onto the bed. But instead of dipping his dripping night-stick back into her puss, he pointed the tip of it at the tight little button of her ass hole.

  Faith gasped and I nearly rose to my feet to protest but her expression kept me riveted to my chair. The potent blend of fear and excitement painted across her face proved to be a powerful aphrodisiac. She even looked at me, as if asking for my guidance as to what to do.

  Sam began to chuckle. “I guess he hasn’t used this hole?” he asked, nodding towards me as he spoke to Faith.

  She shook her head. She glanced down over her shoulder and seemed to swell with excitement at the sight of his mighty cock pressed against her back hole.

  Sam didn’t expressly ask for permission but it seemed implied by the way Faith was staring at him. Sinking lower her overcame the resistance of her sphincter and the head of his cock slipped inside her ass.

  Faith clawed at the sheets as soon as his phallus had moved into her virgin back entrance and began to moan. It was a desperate, needy sound and only served to excite me further.

  I never would have dreamed that my wife would have done something so depraved with another man. With each added inch of him she took within herself, my cock hardened and swelled until it was ready to burst. As his balls slapped gently against her pussy, I b
uried my hand into my pants to relieve the pressure in my nuts.

  Once he was fully inside Sam began to fuck in earnest. He seemed to enjoy the tightness of her back passage, more so than he had her pussy, even because he quickly became tense and looked like he was going to come.

  Faith was lost in a rapturous bliss, her fingers between her legs, sliding back and forth across her clit as Sam filled her behind.

  Sam’s guttural grunt indicated he was about to dump his load into her and this served to push Faith over the edge. She screamed and flicked herself with an intensity I had not seen before.

  Sam pulled his giant muscle out and slowed down, stretching out his pleasure.

  This afforded me the perfect view of the root of it as it flexed and eased, pushed and pumped, retching hot, white seed into her bottom. His climax finished and still Faith was flailing at herself beneath him.

  He let her finish herself before pulling out. He stepped off the bed and circled around until he was standing in front of her head.

  My stomach seized as I realized he meant for her to clean him. But he had just been inside her dirty ass hole! This I could not accept. I rose to protest.

  Before I could utter a word Faith had gripped the root of his cock with her hand and wrapped her lips around it’s head. She gazed into his eyes with such a devotion, such a deep look of gratitude that it shook me to my very core.

  The two of them seemed lost in their own world, oblivious to my presence in the room.

  So instead of objecting, I gave in to my own dirty urge. I walked to the foot of the bed and peered at Faith’s still stretched ass hole.

  I grabbed my cock as I gazed into the gaping maw. The pink walls were slathered with his white spunk and as I stared at it gurgling and churning inside of her I came to my own release.

  My own seed splashed impotently in my underwear and onto my palm.

  Once Faith had finished cleaning him, Sam gave his approval of her good work and stepped out of the room.

  I took the opportunity to sit down beside her and stroke her hair. “Faith,” I whispered.