The Preacher's Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy Novel

by Jason Lenov

  Faith continued to avoid my gaze. “Because I wanted to feel it, William, I wanted to. I wanted to feel what it would be like to have a big, black cock stretching me out and what it was like to be a toy…”

  “A toy?”

  Faith became even more shy. “That’s what they told me. They told me he would use me like a toy, William. I’d never been used like that by anyone before. I wanted to know what it was like.”

  My heart stopped and my breath stood still in my chest. “And that’s why…”

  Faith nodded and finally glanced up at my eyes. “That’s why I let him do all of those things, William. Because I loved it. Because I knew you would never do any of those things to me. You’re too nice.”

  A punch to my gut.

  Faith must have noticed because she immediately corrected herself. “In the best way! You’re such a kind and caring lover, Will. I just wanted to know what it felt like to be fucked.”

  SLAM.

  For a long time I wondered if I would ever be able to dredge myself up from the depths of the shame and humiliation and betrayal that I felt at that moment. I had thought this was had been all about me and it turned out that Faith had been having the time of her life as Sam’s toy.

  First I began breathing again. Short, fitful breaths at first but I relaxed and managed to turn them into long, calming inhales.

  My pulse slowly returned to normal after my heart had kicked back in and flooded my body with adrenaline. I felt like leaving, telling Faith that it was over and just starting a new life. I nearly said so.

  But that would have been the easy way out.

  “I’m sorry, Will. I should have told you.”

  I shook my head. “Do you love him now?”

  Faith shrugged. “I suppose some part of me does. Some dark part of me that likes being his…” Faith looked deep into my eyes. “Fuck hole.”

  My heart sank.

  “But not the way I love you. I could never have with Sam what I have with you.”

  My heart began to lift.

  It would be so easy to tell her it was over. After all, could I really bring myself to live with a woman who’d been so wanton, even if it had been, partially at least, at my request? Would I ever stop having dreams, or nightmares, of seeing Sam make her his in all the many ways he had?

  You can do this, William. You can fix this.

  The voice that spoke inside my head didn’t sound like my own but I decided to trust it anyway. I gazed into her eyes and remembered all of the things we’d shared and the life we’d built together before it all came crashing down around our ears. When relationships stop working because of decisions we’ve made, do we just throw them away?

  Not me.

  I was going to fight for Faith.

  “Do you still want this? Do you still want us?” I asked.

  Faith bit her lip and another tear ran down her cheek as she nodded.

  Relief flooded through me. I could work with this. “Then let’s go. Let’s get out of here. Let’s leave right now. They’ll never find us and we can…”

  Faith put her hand on my cheek. She tilted her head so the next tear raced down the side of her face until it reached her chin, clung there for a second, then dripped onto her lap. “No, William. You have to honor your agreement,” she said with a shake of her head. “We have to honor it.”

  My jaw dropped in horror at what she was proposing. I looked down at her belly. Then I reached out and touched it. “But…what if…”

  Faith smiled weakly. “I think we’ll just have to trust the Lord’s mysterious ways this time, William. We’ll have to trust that he knows what’s right.”

  A shudder raced through me but I became convinced. How ironic that it was Faith, who I’d coaxed into straying so far from the Word, that would be the one to lead me back.

  “Alright,” I said. “But if you change your mind and want to leave then we can…”

  Faith shook her head and touched my cheek again. “We have to do what’s right, William. We have to do what’s right.” Faith gazed into my eyes and nodded and I was filled with the same warmth for her I’d felt when we’d first met.

  I knew she was right. It was going to be hard but this was the right thing to do, honouring the agreement we’d made no matter how hard it was going to be for both of us. Then we could get away from this place and never look back.

  Chapter 23

  I barely slept for the next three nights.

  Faith, bless her heart, was taking the whole thing so well I couldn’t believe it. She was as cheerful as ever, as if she wasn’t worried at all about what Wednesday would bring!

  It gave me strength seeing her being so courageous.

  On Wednesday afternoon she went upstairs and took a long time showering and grooming as I paced back and forth in the kitchen.

  Doubt began to crawl through my mind. Were we really doing the right thing? The risks were so great, after all. I couldn’t stop thinking about all of those large black men and how much sperm they were going to deposit inside her.

  I had just started wondering if there was any chance she wouldn’t get pregnant when a knock came at the door. I glanced at my watch. Six in the evening was an odd time for someone to come visiting and I wasn’t even sure if anyone knew where we lived, besides Sam.

  Faith was still happily humming in the bathroom upstairs so I walked over to the door and undid the latch. It took me a moment to recognize the man standing on the other side.

  “Reverend Caldwell?” he said, casting furtive glances from side to side as if someone might be watching and listening to what he was about to tell me.

  “Yes. Now, where do I know you from, uh, mister…”

  “Shh!” he said, pressing a finger to his lips. “They might be listening. May I come in?”

  I scowled at the strange behaviour and the forward way in which he’d invited himself inside, but obliged him as he seemed to be in some distress. “Please,” I said, stepping aside and inviting him in with a wave.

  He stepped into the house and pulled the door shut behind him.

  “So where do I know you from?” I asked. I was starting to become a little suspicious of the man and wondering whether I should have invited him in at all. The telephone was all the way in the kitchen and if he tried something untoward I wouldn’t have been able to reach it very quickly.

  “There’s not much time. You have to listen to me!” he hissed.

  This got my heckles up and I took a step back and raised my hands. “Now, sir, I don’t know what this is all about but please keep yourself calm or I will be forced to…”

  “My name is Jonah. You saw me at Mr. Jones’ office. I’m his secretary.”

  My nerves eased at the young man’s admission. “Yes, of course. Jonah. Very nice to meet you. But…what are you doing here?”

  The sound of Faith humming upstairs caught his attention. “She’s still here?”

  “Who? My wife? Yes. We’re…” My throat tightened at what I had almost told him. I forced a polite smile before going on. “We have plans for the evening. She’s upstairs getting ready.”

  “You’re going to the church.”

  The blood drained from my face. “How did you know that?” I asked quietly.

  Jonah took a step closer to me and lowered his voice when he spoke. “Reverend you have to listen to me.” His eyes were wild. “You’re going to see Sam and the others there, aren’t you?” It was spoken almost as an accusation.

  I took a deep breath to calm my nerves. Perhaps this was a coincidence. Perhaps Jonah had no idea of what happened at the church and was thinking it was something else. “We are attending a social gathering there, yes,” I said, nodding politely.

  Jonah stepped even closer and grabbed me by my lapels. “Don’t have to lie to me, Reverend. You’re going to the seeding circle aren’t you?”

  My eyes nearly popped out of my skull as the blood rushed back into my cheeks in a fierce blush. “How on earth…who told you
that…”

  “Shh!” Jonah pressed his finger tighter against his lips. “Nobody told me. It’s Sam. He always gives it away when it’s about to happen. His mood is so…light.”

  My mouth fell open. “Always gives it away? What?” I whispered.

  Jonah shook his head. “You’re not the first one. There are many of us. So many.” He lowered his eyes.

  “What?” I was dumbfounded. Was this a joke?

  “Sam told you that he would sleep with her, wouldn’t he? That you could watch? And all you had to do was give her to the seeding circle. Just once. Isn’t that right?”

  My mouth went dry. I couldn’t utter a word. I nodded.

  “That’s what he said to all of us!” Jonah’s grip on my jacket tightened.

  “All…all of you?” I stammered.

  “It’s too late for us. We’re here now, our life is here. But there’s still time for you. You can still get out!”

  I shook my head. This was all too much to take in at once. Yet Jonah seemed desperately sincere. “What, exactly, are you talking about?”

  Jonah seemed to grow more desperate. “I’ve tried to help others. I’ve always failed. I snuck away this time to get to you, to warn you. Please, leave this place before you become another one of us and…” Jonah stopped abruptly. He cocked his head, as if listening for something.

  “Son? Is everything alright?” I asked.

  “Listen,” he whispered. “The whistling. It’s stopped.”

  The front door burst open behind him so loudly the force of the air from it nearly knocked us both on our backs. Three brutish looking men stepped into the house.

  Jonah scrambled to his feet and tried to run but the one at the front of the group reached out his large, dark paw and grabbed him by the scruff. He seemed to wilt like a flower under the too hot sun.

  The large man dragged him out the door before I had managed to stand up.

  “Just one moment!” I cried out. “What is the meaning of this!” I tried to step out the front door but the other two thugs blocked my path.

  “Nothing to worry about, Reverend,” one of them growled. His tone left very little room for argument or even question.

  “William?” Faith’s voice drew my attention up the stairs. “Is everything alright?”

  She was a vision of perfection standing halfway down the steps, one hand resting on the balustrade. Her body was turned slightly sideways, accentuating all of her most sinful lines but her stare came straight down and bored into my depths.

  “I…there was…he just…” I glanced back and forth between the two men standing behind me and Faith on the steps. Where did I even begin?

  Leave this place before you become another one of us.

  The young man’s words echoed in my mind.

  Faith descended her beautiful dark green dress swaying and making it seem like she was floating rather than walking down the steps.

  I came closer to her and met her at the final stair. I looked up into her eyes. “Faith, I don’t think you should…”

  Her expression softened into a beatific smile. She touched my cheek oh-so-gently with the soft pads of her slender fingers and looked down at me with sympathy and love. “William,” she whispered. “It’s just the right thing to do.”

  And in that moment it wouldn’t have mattered how many young men ran into the house tearing their hair out and screaming for us to run. She was my goddess, my queen, my angel and my life and I would do anything she asked.

  Besides, she was right. It was the right thing to do. Was it not?

  As Faith swept past me into the hall I grabbed my keys and prepared to follow her out to the car.

  The two large men let her pass, then blocked my way again. “It’s alright Rev. We’ll make sure you get there. Come with us. Wouldn’t want you to be late.” One corner of his mouth twisted into half a sneer.

  I followed them out into the cooling evening and stepped into the waiting SUV alongside Faith. I put my hand on hers that rested on the leather seat.

  She smiled.

  “I love you,” I whispered.

  “I love you too, William. I love you, too.”

  Chapter 24

  Watching Faith disrobe willingly and enter the circular room in the basement of the church was one of the most thrilling and disturbing moments of my life.

  The anticipation nearly killed me and I had to continually remind myself that this would soon be over. This vile, salacious act would be behind us and we would be together and happy again soon.

  Or, maybe not.

  It was that “maybe not” that drove me nearly insane as I thought of the possibility of how all this might end up. Maybe it would be over and we would never have to think about it again.

  Or maybe, a few months after this night, Faith’s belly would begin to swell from the seed that had taken root inside her. What then?

  What then?!?

  It was a moot question. I knew exactly what then. I suppose I’d known it even before Jonah had burst into our house and warned me away on following through with this agreement. He had only cemented my certainty of what my fate would be.

  I would become like all the other white men in Scramonston. Lurking quietly in the background washing dishes or being secretary’s or taking care of offspring that weren’t their own while their wives lived under the spell of big, black cocks.

  Faith lay herself down on the bench and two of the other wives stepped into the room from a hidden door. They both wore long white gowns and beamed at Faith.

  They whispered something to her as they buckled her wrists and ankles into the shackles that had bound Gloria. Then they glanced up and peered at me through the darkness. The three of them began to giggle.

  The sound sent a wave of humiliation pulsing through me and suddenly I felt like a schoolboy again, being laughed at by the girls.

  The women retreated and suddenly it was just Faith in the room.

  The curtain behind the pane of glass swung open. The same room I had sat not too long ago with Sam over my shoulder explaining things. Another man sat in the seat I’d occupied. A man I’d never seen in Scramonston before.

  Sam’s next mark.

  His eyes widened like mine had. He tried in the same way to wrestle out of his chair, tried to escape the grasp of Sam’s heavy palm.

  Of course, Sam calmed him down.

  The man turned towards us and began to gape.

  Sam reached over and I saw him flip the switch on the speaker. He levelled his gaze at me. “Take your clothes off, William.”

  I had tried to prepare myself for this. I had tried to steel myself for this very moment for the past few days as I knew it was coming. Still, my hands shook as I removed my clothes.

  I looked down at my cock which had started hardening. As had become my custom I compared it in my mind to Sam’s which I’d now seen so many times. Pushing past the thought, I stepped into the glaring lights of the circular room.

  Walking up behind Faith I saw that her pussy was already wet and dripping the same way Gloria’s had been. A rush of anger shot through me. How could she be aroused?!? Was she actually enjoying this?!?

  I stepped to one side of her and tried to soften my expression but the anger must have shown on my face.

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

  “Your pussy,” I snapped. “It’s drenched.”

  A tender look of concern spread across her face. “Oh William, my love, I’m sorry. I’m so sorry that it’s like that. I’m just…scared. It must just be my body’s way of reacting to the fear. Please forgive me?”

  If I could have kicked myself I would have in that moment. Here was my wife following through with the agreement I’d made, doing her best to be a righteous person, being the one to get us out of this mess that I’d created and I was ready to berate her for it!

  I couldn’t believe it myself.

  The humming began around us.

  A moment of weakness buckled my kn
ees. I crumpled beside Faith. “Oh God!” I cried. “I don’t know if I can!”

  “William. William. William.” Her soft voice dragged me from my sorrow. “It’s going to be alright. Everything is going to be alright.”

  Her courage inspired me again. I lifted myself to my feet and shuffled behind her where I put my palms in hers and squeezed to reassure her that I was right there with her.

  The circle formed around us.

  One by one the dark hoods fell away revealing the men’s faces. All of them I now knew to one degree or another. I’d seen them all at church or in the shops on Main.

  They continued to hum, some of them making eye contact with me and nearly smiling, or at least so I thought.

  In a way it was encouraging. Encouraging and uplifting to know that it would not be strangers who were pushing their dark muscles into Faith’s pussy.

  These were friends.

  They shrugged off their robes in the same order they’d removed their hoods exposing ebony columns of flesh, some still sagging, others already hard. All of the men wrapped their fists around their cocks and began to pump them, readying them for my Faith.

  The first stepped forward in between her legs. He was a solid specimen, as they all were. The dark skin of his thighs pressed against Faith’s cream-colored legs.

  My cock roared to life.

  Rubbing his cock, he pointed the head of it at her engorged snatch and spat into his palm. He rubbed the lubricant along his shaft, then pressed his phallus against her soaked folds and slid it up and down like a painters brush.

  Her hot juice dribbled onto it and down his shaft, pooling where his fist held the growing cock.

  He looked up into her eyes and smiled.

  Faith squeezed my hands. I could feel the energy bristle through her. She craned her neck to better be able to see the dark pole that was about to pierce her tight cunt.

  “Mmm,” the man growled as he looked down to where she was staring. With no pomp or circumstance, he thrust his hips forward and plunged his head into her tight, soaked hole.