The Preacher's Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy Novel

by Jason Lenov

  Her eyes were already fluttering, a sign of how exhausted she was. “My love,” she whispered. “Was I a good whore for you?”

  It pained and excited me to hear her say it but I knew she was doing it for me, because she knew I liked it. What a loving wife I had.

  Nature called and I left her to go to the bathroom. By the time I’d returned, so had Sam. But Faith had fallen asleep. I moved to wake her but he held up a hand.

  “Why don’t you let her sleep?”

  A bolt of nervous energy raced through me at his request. As ludicrous as it was, letting him invade her body was a thrill but this? This was so…personal.

  Still, Faith looked so peaceful lying there. Was I really going to be so selfish as to wake her up just so I could take her home with me? Just so I could avoid the jealousy that was hollowing me out even thinking about letting her sleep there?

  “She’ll be fine,” Sam said, in a tone that seemed the decision had already been made for me. “You can come get her in the morning.”

  No offer for me to stay the night. Why couldn’t I sleep on the couch? I almost asked the question but Sam’s stern expression kept me from doing so.

  So, with a big hole in my gut and a heavy heart, I turned and shuffled down the stairs, out to the car and drove home.

  Of course I didn’t sleep a wink that night. I paced the house and tormented myself with worry and wondered whether Sam was sleeping in the same bed as my wife.

  Inconsolable, I turned to the only bottle we had to douse my jealousy and angst. I should have turned to prayer.

  When I returned at six the next morning I hadn’t slept at all, or shaved, or changed my clothes. Not sure if they were up, I sat in the car waiting to see signs of life stirring in the house.

  At eight there were still none.

  Hauling myself out into the already hot sun I trudged up the stairs of the porch. I had my finger on the doorbell when the faint sounds of Faith’s moans rang from inside the house.

  My heart skipped a beat then kicked back to life as a bolt of adrenaline coursed through my veins. I twisted the door handle and felt a temporary relief as it opened for me.

  I stumbled inside, through the hall and up the stairs, my head spinning and the fog of my tiredness making the whole scene feel like a dream. Or perhaps a nightmare.

  As the sounds got closer my gut clenched even tighter until I was leaning on the door frame, unable to believe what I was seeing.

  Sam was on top of Faith. She was on her back, legs were spread, knees tucked to her chest. His mighty black frame nearly blotted her out save for her limbs. His hard cock slid slowly in and out of her frothing pussy. Her arms were wrapped around his neck.

  I sagged beneath the weight of my torment. This was not fucking. This was making love.

  Maybe I should have said something? I was too paralyzed to move, though and what could I have said? After all it had been me who drove Faith into his arms. Wasn’t this just the natural trajectory of events? A conclusion I should have arrived at on my own?

  That’s not the only reason I stayed silent, though. Even as I watched my love being plundered and plowed, my own cock hardened with lust.

  I had done what I set out to do. I had turned my Faith into a filthy slut.

  Chapter 21

  That Sunday I barely made it through the service, let alone my sermon.

  It was another hot summer’s day with the sun already high in the sky, baking us in the church. Everything would have been fine if it hadn’t been for Sam taking a seat next to Faith immediately before I began the service. The sight of them sitting in the church together and the memory of what had happened between them earlier that week caused my brain to short-circuit.

  But that was not the only reason I had trouble that day. As I was about to begin speaking, having collected myself from the shock of seeing Faith seated next to Sam, I laid eyes on a woman who I could not place at first.

  It took a few moments and the memory of where I’d seen her seeped into my mind. My stomach tightened into a knot.

  It was Gloria. The woman I’d first seen laying spread-eagled in the center of the sowing circle. Beside her sat a black man with his arm around her. In the pew behind them sat Jude, his head lowered as if in prayer.

  You can imagine that was shocking enough. What really shook me was seeing Gloria’s belly bulging, pressing against the fabric of her dress. She was either pregnant or had become very, very fat.

  I stumbled and stammered my way through the mass and drew a blank when it came to the sermon.

  As I greeted people afterwards, red-faced and ashamed, barely remembering what drivel I’d blathered at them, I noticed none of them seemed perturbed by my poor performance and that brought me some relief.

  Then Sam emerged from the church with Faith on his arm.

  He smiled widely at me as I panicked. I looked around at the other people walking to their cars. None of them seemed to have noticed that he was escorting my wife but it seemed dangerous, that he should be so close to her out in the open.

  I glanced at the two of them and tried to shoot them a look that might indicate my discomfort but they were lost in conversation, Faith laughing softly at something Sam had said.

  Something stirred inside me.

  I looked back at the couples making their way to their cars. Something was off, not quite right. They were all talking to each other the same way Sam and Faith were, the women chuckling as the men’s low voices teased and joked.

  Sam and Faith passed by me with barely a nod and descended down the steps. As they walked into the parking lot I covered my eyes against the blazing sun which all of a sudden seemed much brighter than before.

  Somewhere overhead a crow cawed. I looked up to see the bird circling overhead.

  When I turned my eyes back to the parking lot Faith and Sam had disappeared, swallowed into the sea of black men with white women on their arms making their way to their cars.

  “Faith!” I called out.

  Everyone stopped at once. The whole congregation turned and peered up the steps of the church at me.

  Squinting against the brightness, my heart racing, I scanned the parking lot searching for Faith’s familiar smile. When I found it she felt so far away.

  The crowd stilled. The whole world seemed to go silent save for a hot breeze blowing gently from the west.

  Faith stepped forward, footsteps crunching on the gravel lot. “Yes? What is it William?”

  The silence thickened. What was she doing? Why was she asking? In front of everyone! What did she want me to say? Why was she walking to Sam’s car with him and not in the church collecting my things?!?

  “I…may I speak with you?” I asked, my voice cracking.

  Faith frowned, as if the request were somewhat strange, but walked up the church steps.

  Everyone else stood and stared.

  “William?” Faith asked, scowling. “What is it?”

  I looked back at the congregation. They, too, seemed to be waiting and wondering what could possibly be wrong.

  “I…where are you going?”

  Faith’s expression relaxed. “Oh, I thought I told you. Sam’s invited me over for Sunday brunch.”

  My eyes widened and I struggled to control my breathing. What on earth was going on here? “What…what about me?” I asked. “What about us?”

  “Oh,” Faith said, frowning again. It was obviously not something she’d considered. “Would you like me to ask if you can come?”

  I balked. How had I let it come to this? How had I gone from confidant to outsider?

  Well, I knew exactly how and it terrified me. It was through the decisions I’d made, the tiny incisions into the bonds of our marriage I’d performed to let Faith stray bit by bit a little more each time until we ended up here and she was no longer mine.

  This is it, William. From this, there’s no going back. She will be his.

  “No.” Just saying the word made courage well inside me.
/>   Faith’s frown furrowed deeper. “No?”

  I shook my head. “No.”

  Muffled whispers rippled through the crowd in the parking lot.

  “What do you mean ‘no?’” Faith asked, defiant.

  I steeled my nerves and set my jaw. “I mean that you are my wife and that you will spend Sunday with me.”

  Faith tilted her head back, raising her nose, and swallowed.

  A pregnant silence followed where no one stirred and even the wind seemed to die down and the wildlife still.

  Faith stared at me with a such a look of fury, as if I’d just spoken the gravest of insults. But it seemed that there was a line in the sand there, even for her. Somehow this final bond had not been broken and I could feel that she was being tugged in one direction by the promise of Sam’s black cock and in the other by her commitment to our marital vows.

  I softened my expression because fights between a man and his wife are rarely won with fury on the man’s side. I touched her arm. “Faith,” I said softly, “it’s Sunday. Please.”

  Her expression softened in that moment and I saw the glimmer of the old Faith again, my Faith, the one I’d fallen in love with and married and not the coquettish slut I’d turned her into. “William…” she whispered.

  In that moment I knew I’d hooked her. I knew by the way she said my name. Now I just had to reel her in. “How about I make something? Eggs. You know you love my eggs?” I asked with just the whisper of a smile.

  Faith turned her eyes down and I could see a smile was dancing around the corners of her mouth.

  “Eggs Benedict?”

  Faith looked up, a curious expression on her face until she realized I was joking.

  Faith hated eggs Benedict, you see, but seemed to had some sort of amnesia about her distaste. She would order them constantly then rant and rave about how disgusting they were.

  This is how I knew I had her, because the smile cracked across her lips at my little joke and she covered her mouth with a finger as she shook her head. “Alright, William. Alright.”

  But there was one last test.

  Heavy footsteps thudded up the wooden church steps, the sound ringing ominously through the heat.

  “Faith?” Sam asked, putting a hand on her shoulder and giving it a squeeze.

  Faith drew in a breath and closed her eyes and I saw his spell move through her flesh, felt her floating back towards him.

  Her eyes snapped open. She shrugged off his arm and stepped towards me before turning to meet his dark gaze. “I’m going to spend the day with William, Sam,” she explained.

  Sam’s eyes narrowed and his chest swelled as he drew in a breath. His upper lip flickered into the beginnings of a snarl. He turned his eyes towards me.

  “I’ll go get your things,” Faith said. She ducked beneath his gaze, swung around me and disappeared into the church.

  The anger faded from Sam’s expression, replaced by an easy smile. “No problem,” he said, shaking his head.

  What?

  “No…no problem?” I stammered.

  “No problem,” Sam replied. The smile faded from his lips. “But remember, Will, about your promise. About our little deal. I’ll collect that this Wednesday at our weekly meeting, I think. Bring your wife to the church around seven. The boys and I will be waiting.”

  I shuddered at his words and what they meant. The seeding circle. What I’d agreed to in exchange for seeing Sam take Faith. I nodded but just slightly because my neck felt stiff. My whole body did.

  “And William?” Sam said.

  “Yes?” I whispered, breathless.

  He leaned in so close that I felt his breath on my mouth as he growled. “Make sure she’s bare.”

  Chapter 22

  Faith sat silently next to me inside the car on the way home with her hands folded in her lap. She stared out the window until we arrived at the house and even then she didn’t notice where we were and just kept looking into the distance.

  I was sweating profusely in the stifling heat but knew this was the moment, my reckoning. I cleared my throat.

  This shook Faith from her thoughts. She turned and looked at me and smiled. “We’re home. I didn’t notice,” she said softly. She reached up to open the car door but I put a hand on her lap. She turned and smiled again. “What is it?”

  “This has to stop.”

  Faith furrowed her brow. “What?”

  “You know,” I replied quietly, squeezing her leg. “This is no longer some game we’re playing. I can feel him drawing you in. I feel you drifting away from me. You were even thinking of him just then, weren’t you?”

  Faith opened her mouth to speak, to defend herself it seemed, from her expression. But as my words settled into her mind it gave her pause. She looked into my eyes. “Yes,” she answered with a nod. “I was.”

  It brought a sharp pain in my heart that my wife would drive home from church with me on a Sunday after I had preached and be thinking of another man. “This is no longer just about us, is it Faith?” I asked.

  Faith’s eyes darted from the dashboard to the backseat as she contemplated her reply. She swallowed and looked back up into my eyes. She shook her head.

  “You’re falling for him, aren’t you Faith? You’re falling in love with him?”

  Faith’s eyes widened slightly at first, no doubt at hearing it spoken aloud. Her gaze drifted down until she was looking at my hand on her lap. She nodded this time. “Yes.”

  I was crushed by her admission even though I’d suspected it. But even as the pain of her betrayal twisted my insides I knew I had to find my strength. I took a deep breath, swallowed away the tightness in my throat and gave her leg a squeeze. “It’s alright. We’ve both made mistakes.”

  Faith looked up and shook her head, her blue eyes glistening with tears. “No, William, you haven’t done anything wrong. This is all my fault. This is my fault because I was trying to make you happy. I just wanted to please you, William.” A single tear streaked down her cheek.

  I sighed. “I’ve been dishonest with you.”

  “What?” Faith asked, sniffling. “About what?”

  I sighed again and shook my head. “This didn’t all come from you, Faith. It came from me. I was the one that wanted this. I was the one who had this terrible fantasy. I’m the reason we’ve ended up here and now we have to…now Sam has asked me to honor my end of the bargain.”

  Faith shook her head, confusion spreading across her face. “Bargain? What bargain?”

  It’s time now, William. It’s time.

  I took a deep breath. “Do you remember that night we went to the church in the evening? When you met with the wives and Sam took me into that room?”

  Faith’s confusion seemed to moult into concern. “Yes.”

  “He showed me a very secret, very profane ceremony that night, Faith.” I lowered my gaze, unable to look at her as I said it.

  “William? What was it?”

  “It was…it was…” I looked up again. “I can barely bring myself to say it. He called it a seeding circle. There were men…so many men and…just one woman in the center, chained to a bench, her legs spread.”

  “What?” Faith whispered. “What did they do?”

  “Oh Faith,” I breathed her name. “They all took turns with her, my love. They…I’m almost sure they inseminated her that night. I saw her at the church today and she is with child.”

  Faith’s mouth fell open and she touched her fingers to her lips as she gasped. “That’s…that’s…that’s…”

  But she could not say what she thought that was. “There’s more,” I said softly.

  “There is?”

  “There is. That night, after we had left the church and were in bed I meant to tell you about it. I meant to tell you what Sam had said to me, the agreement he’d proposed, but you were so…you were so insatiably horny and then the next morning he called to find out my decision and you took the phone and I hadn’t even had a chance to tell yo
u and I should have but…oh Faith, I’ve failed us both!” I cried.

  “But failed us how?” she asked, shaking her head.

  I looked her in the eyes. For this, I had to look her in the eyes. “I promised you to the circle, my love. To the seeding circle. I promise them your bare womb in exchange for seeing Sam inside you.” I slouched forward and stared at the seat. “I’m a horrible, wicked man. I should have said no but I couldn’t. I just couldn’t, Faith. I’m sorry I let you down.”

  To my surprise Faith did no seem as perturbed as I had expected. After a few moments of silence I looked back up at her to see what looked like a guilty expression on her face.

  “Faith?” I asked. “What is it? Did you hear what I said? This is all my fault but I’ll make it right. I’ll take us away from here tonight. We don’t have to stay here we can leave and never look back and never talk about this again. Let’s pretend like it never happened. Let’s pretend we never even started down this path and…”

  Faith pressed her fingers to my lips, silencing me. She shook her head. “It’s not all your fault, William. It’s not.”

  A long silence settled between us as I studied her face. “It’s not?” I said finally.

  She shook her head again, blonde curls bouncing on her shoulders. “It’s not. That night, the same night you are talking about, the wives…the women I was with, they told me things.”

  It was a strange admission and an unsettling one at that. “What? What things did they tell you?”

  Faith avoided my eyes as she inhaled and collected her thoughts. “They told me about Sam that night, William. They told me about how big his cock was. They told me about how good it felt when he stretched their tight pussies with it in ways their husbands never could. They said he would take care of me and that you could stay on as the pastor and that nothing would change. They said it was just a lifestyle, nothing more.”

  The realization that Faith had been complicit, even if just in some small way, was a difficult one to stomach for some reason. Up until this point I felt I had been acting alone, that each of these decisions, each further perversion was being nudged along by me. To now suddenly find out that Faith had something to do with it herself was…I felt a little angry. And a little betrayed. “Why didn’t you tell me about this?”