The Preacher's Wife: A Hotwife Fantasy Novel Page 2

  Faith began to breathe more heavily and as she did her chest rose and fell, rose and fell. Her back seemed to arch, pressing her chest against my palm and making her bottom rise up and out behind her. “Maybe we should go to the bed?” she asked.

  I immediately began undoing every button I could on my shirt, on my pants, unzipping, throwing clothes off of myself and not caring where they landed.

  Faith walked softly to the bed and tucked herself under the covers. Before I could get all of my clothes off she reached up and turned out the light.

  As soon as I was fully naked I scrambled over to the bed and dove under the covers, my hands grabbing for any piece of Faith I could find. I let my clammy palm drift down past the tiny mound of her belly and settle against the inside of one of her thighs.

  “Oh William,” she whispered. “Please be gentle.”

  It was the last thing I wanted to be but for Faith, I would oblige. Losing myself completely to my primal instinct, I rolled over onto her as she graciously spread her legs.

  My cock bulged and throbbed, sticky pre-seed already dripping from the tip. I found the warm, wet entrance of her womanhood and pressed against it with my swollen rod.

  Faith sucked in a breath. Her body rose beneath me. Her legs splayed slightly more open as she offered herself to me, her husband.

  I leaned forward. Our lips touched. The sweet taste of strawberries from dessert still lingered in her mouth. My tongue swept into her mouth that opened and took it inside.

  Unable to resist any longer, I eased my hips forward and felt the lips between her lips split apart and begin to suck me inside.

  A moment later the head of my raging manhood touched her maidenhead. Balanced on the precipice of ultimate pleasure, I savored the sensation of her heat rushing into my body through my cock.

  My hips jutted forward, uncontrollable any more.

  Faith gasped, then exhaled, her hot breath coursing over my ear and cheek.

  My cock pressed against the membrane, then I felt it split and felt the rush of something warm around me as I plundered her body up to the hilt of my shaft.

  “Oh William!” Faith exhaled. Her hands rose up and around my back and a second later her fingers seemed to turn into claws that dug deep into my back.

  My head started spinning with arousal and lust. Finally planted firmly between my new wife’s virgin legs I managed to thrust three times before the throbbing started.

  I shuddered over her as I ejaculated what must have been a river of seed into her belly.

  And just like that, it was done.

  Suddenly it felt awkward to be lying there with one part of me inside her. A small twinge of guilt hit me. Surely Faith deserved the same kind of release I’d had? But my cock was flagging already.

  I eased out of her and rolled off, reached a hand between her legs and touched the soft lips of her pussy I’d just defiled.

  But instead of spreading for me further, Faith took me gently by the wrist and away from her sex.

  “I thought you might…” “It’s alright,” she whispered and there was a tightness to her voice I’d not heard before.

  “Faith? Are you alright?”

  She didn’t answer for a moment, then sniffled. “Fine. That was nice. I just…it was my first time. It can be a little hard leaving something like that behind.”

  A guilt welled inside me at not being more sensitive to the fact that while I had gained something, Faith had lost something in the process. “Faith I’m sorry…”

  “No, William, don’t. It’s alright. You’re my husband now. I love you and I want to be a good wife. I’m just a little nostalgic, that’s all.”

  I took her into the crook of my arm and held her in the darkness for a long time both of us lost in our thoughts. I thought she’d fallen asleep when her voice drifted up at me through the darkness.

  “William?”

  “What is it, my love?”

  “I’m…this isn’t easy for me to bring up and of course if you feel strongly otherwise I will heed what you say but…” “What is it?”

  “I wonder how you feel about starting a family so soon? You are still in seminary, after all. We won’t have much money or even a house and…well, I just thought that…”

  “Faith,” I said, turning on my side so I could look at what little I could make out of her eyes in the darkness. “You don’t have to say any more. I think I understand. You’d prefer we wait? Is that it?”

  Faith nodded and looked away. It was too dark but by the way she moved I could tell she was embarrassed to be talking about it. “It’s just that…I’m not on any sort of…”

  “Shh,” I said, pressing a finger to her lips. “Really, there’s no need to say any more. I understand. I’ll be as careful as I can from now on.”

  Faith turned back, smiled and nuzzled against my chest.

  I settled back onto the bed and closed my eyes to try and go to sleep. But there was a thought that haunted me, that seemed to be circling above me in the darkness.

  My first ejaculation into Faith’s vagina would be the last I would have for what seemed like it was going to be a very long time.

  Chapter 3

  We celebrated our first night in the small house by unpacking some boxes in the bedroom, then ordering pizza for delivery.

  We were both hungry as horses after a long day of driving and trying to settle in and ate quickly. When we were done Faith admitted to being quite exhausted and said she was going to take a shower.

  The all too familiar question gripped me as she started up the stairs.

  In a way it was a moral quandary for me. I felt a bit like an addict each day as the evening drew close and I would begin twitching and wondering if I was going to get my fix.

  Faith was, as she had promised she would be, a very obliging wife. She did her best to keep me pleased and would only ask to be excused from her marital obligations when she was sick or otherwise indisposed.

  Yet every afternoon I would start to pine and wonder whether it would be one of those nights, as if they happened with frequency, which they didn’t.

  Generally Faith would give some indication of her state and readiness for my intrusions. If she didn’t, it was generally a bad sign.

  My stomach sank as I watched her disappear up the stairs for I was certain that I would be left lying in the darkness that night, my loins aching for release. It was with the greatest of relief that I watched her descend with a slight smile on her lips a moment later.

  She picked her way around the boxes, her summer dress billowing in the humid evening air that seemed to hang inside the house without a breeze to push it through. As she came up to me she looked up at me with her big blue eyes, cherry red lips smiling widely to reveal her pearly white teeth. “I nearly forgot,” she whispered.

  “Forgot what?” I asked, breathless with hopeful anticipation.

  “I nearly forgot to ask you to join me upstairs after my shower.”

  A deep and indescribably pleasurable shudder rushed through me at the invitation. “Of course I will,” I replied.

  Faith’s eyes darted from side to side and her cheeks reddened a little before she looked at me again. “William?”

  “Yes, my love? What is it?” There was something else. The delicious possibility of what it might be had already begun to engorge my cock.

  “Well it’s just…I thought that maybe since, you know, you have a job now and we have the house…” She trailed off and though I had a good idea of where she was headed I wanted very much to hear her say it.

  “Yes, my love?”

  “Well…it’s just I thought it might be a good time to…” “What is it, Faith? Tell me?”

  Something about the way I’d said it must have betrayed that I was feigning ignorance because Faith narrowed her eyes at me and gave me a playful slap on the arm. “William Caldwell you are doing this on purpose, aren’t you?”

  “What?” I asked. I opened my eyes wider but couldn’t resist a
smile.

  “Trying to make me blush!” Faith squealed.

  This led me to start chuckling because that had been my purpose. She was so beautiful when she was shy that I would sometimes lead her into embarrassment just so I could admire the way her face heated and the awkward posture she took. “Very well. You’re right. I am being a bit of a devil, aren’t I? I take it you mean to say it would be a good time to start a family?”

  To my delight just saying it myself had the same effect as making Faith say it would. She blushed and turned away and shifted, as if she was suddenly uncomfortable in her own body.

  I stood and watched until she could take it no longer and turned back to look at me, still embarrassed.

  “What is it?” I asked, hoping to tease the moment out a little longer by teasing Faith.

  And for the first time in our two years of marriage Faith’s polite, pious, kind and gentle demeanour seemed to crack. Her eyes rolled slightly to one side. Her lips tightened as her frustration at my teasing showed.

  It was the most fleeting moment. But it was disconcerting, nonetheless.

  I immediately felt bad. “Oh, Faith,” I muttered putting a hand on her arm. “I’m sorry! I didn’t mean anything by it! I just like to…you’re so pretty when you get embarrassed like that. I was just having a bit of fun. Forgive me.”

  A small breath was enough to restore her composure and she smiled. “Of course. You’re just being silly. I know I can be such a prude sometimes. We are married, after all. Why should I be embarrassed about talking to my husband about starting a family? About having a child by him.”

  Oh, that tickled something deep and dark inside me. Possibly because it was the most direct way Faith had ever referenced intercourse. It made another shudder race down my middle and settle between my legs, bolstering the already firm erection that had formed and making my cock bounce.

  This time there was no hiding the bulging mound in my trousers.

  Nor could Faith hide the glance of it she stole. By the time she looked back up at me it was too late. I had seen her look at my cock and she knew I had.

  Something primal passed between us in that moment. It ignited something inside me and it must have inside Faith, as well. The smile faded from her lips and I could have sworn her posture changed. She stood a little straighter so that she was pushing her breasts out towards me, as if she were displaying them for me, presenting herself for my appraisal.

  Of course it had the effect of hardening my cock even further and Faith could not help but notice that, too.

  She swallowed, leaned towards me and, in her lewdest acknowledgement of sex yet whispered, “I won’t be long. I hope you’ll be waiting for me.” Then she spun around and bounced up the stairs leaving me hard and panting and ready to descend into the gutters of my mind so I could become animal and breed her.

  The thought, and our discussion of it, excited me greatly.

  I was in bed with the lights off, dutifully waiting for Faith when she slipped in and closed the door freshly showered and wearing her robe.

  My heart pounded in my chest. Finally, after so many spilled emissions, I would be able to rut myself to completion inside her.

  My eyes didn’t adjust to the darkness quickly enough to see her slip the robe off or get the glimpse of her naked body I craved. My disappointment was soon assuaged, though, when Faith slipped her warm still damp body between the sheets and nestled herself next to me.

  She lay on her back with her head on the pillow in the usual pose and I felt her thighs part. It was how she welcomed me into herself.

  But something got into me that night. Speaking truthfully, something had been bothering me now for some time. We had been husband and wife for two years and yet when it came to our nightly conjugal affections it felt as if we were strangers.

  I had learned through trial and error how to bring Faith to orgasm every now and again. But I craved more.

  I am a preacher but I have never put much stock in the sexual repression some have imposed on religion. I don’t believe that God is offended by our pleasure.

  Faith, on the other hand, was much more reserved. We had a pleasant intercourse but she was definitely shy about it, even if she was willing to oblige most of the time.

  I wanted to feel closer to her in the bedroom. I wanted her to feel as excited by our marital bed as I was. I decided to take the plunge.

  “Faith,” I whispered, leaning in and kissing her cheek.

  “William?” She sounded very confused. “Is everything alright?” It was a natural question to ask. Normally by that point I would be between her legs already and not saying her name.

  “Faith, I want…” I felt her body tighten next to me in apprehension at what I was about to say. Still, I had to try. “Faith, I want to please you.”

  A few moments of silence passed. I could feel her heart beating harder in her chest. “You do please me, William.”

  “I want to…” My own heart was thundering inside my rib cage.

  Courage, William. She’s your wife. Just say it.

  “Faith, I want to…I want to…I want to use my mouth.”

  Faith stiffened even more and sucked in a breath.

  My cock had started softening from the nerves at having said it. I worried whether I would be able to perform when…

  “Alright.” The single word was just barely more than a breath.

  Alright.

  Alright.

  My heart swelled with joy. I had dreamed of this moment, played it out in my imagination a million times and now she had said alright.

  Immediately the blood surged back into my cock. I crawled down the bed, lifted her leg and ducked under it before she could change her mind.

  The musky fragrance of Faith’s pussy filled by nostrils and I sucked in a deep breath.

  She squirmed, as if trying to escape, trying to cover herself from this new intimacy but I wrapped my arms around her thighs and drew her close. The wiry hairs above her soft lips tickled my nose.

  Practically shaking with excitement, I pushed out my tongue and pressed it against her sweet rose. Her taste exploded inside my mind. Pungent and tart and acidic and a little bit sweet. I swept up the line of her split, then back down, then back up until I found the bump of her engorged bud.

  Faith whimpered above me and her body shook a little in my arms. “Oh, William,” she breathed.

  I was so excited by this point that I couldn’t resist exploring her pussy with my tongue. I split open her folds and let some of her juices spill into my mouth, relishing the way they intensified her taste.

  I pushed my tongue into her tight tunnel, the swept up to her clit.

  This made her shudder so violently that I smiled, knowing I had found a secret button to her pleasure. As I began spinning around it all the tension, all the nerves, all the embarrassment seemed to melt out of her.

  She began to undulate on the bed in front of me, her hips rocking back and forth, her legs grazing against my cheeks as she drowned in uncontrollable lust.

  It was such an erotic and arousing feeling, making a woman flail like that, I knew I would never be able to get enough.

  A short time later she began panting heavily. I looked up her body. In the darkness I could just make out the two stiff points of her nipples on her swaying breasts.

  Her legs tightened around my head.

  My tongue burned inside my mouth but I could taste that victory was close.

  More of her juice had begun to seep out of her and the muscles in her pussy clenched at my chin. The sticky sounds of my affection filled the room.

  Faith let out a high-pitched whine. Her muscles hardened. Then came her release.

  As an orgasm rushed through her her pussy spat hot squirts of juice at my face and chest. She curled her fingers into my hair and drew me close, smothering me with her cunt.

  I licked and lapped as if my life depended on it.

  The climax was short but sharp and as soon as she had slid down
the other end of it, she was clawing at me, begging me to crawl up her body and into her hot puss.

  I did so with a cock so hard and throbbing I thought it might burst. As I came face to face with Faith I knew in that moment that something about her had changed.

  She had a wild look in her eye. Wild and wondrous and aroused by the possibilities this magical sensation presented. She looked at me in disbelief and before I knew it pressed her hands against my cheeks and pulled me to her mouth. Her tongue plunged into my mouth and searched for mine.

  Meanwhile my cock was poised at the entrance to her hot sheath. I was straining not to release already and I couldn’t imagine lasting very long once I went inside, but I wanted to enjoy the moment a little longer.

  Faith’s hands drifted down my back and onto my buttocks. “William,” she whispered, after pulling away from our frantic kiss. “Go inside me, William,” she said, her voice desperate. “Go inside me and fill me with seed.”

  Well.

  Hot and hellish tarnation.

  I had never in my life imagined I would hear a woman speak that way to me. Nor had I ever expected how such an utterance would make me feel.

  I was no longer in control of my faculties. My hips lunged forward, plunging my cock into her sopping, sucking cunt.

  I felt the ejaculate well from my heavy sack almost instantly. “Lover,” I whispered, hoping to hold on to reason, to prevent the flood of seed from stealing the moment from me.

  Faith looked wild. “Yes,” she whispered, her back arching so her pussy clamped down on my rod even more tightly. “Yes, William. Yes. Fill me with it!” she ordered.

  My cock flexed. The rushing gush of my eruption drowned me in pleasure and sent the first hot blast of semen into Faith’s tight slit. I bucked above her delivering pulse after pulse of batter and shoving it into her depths with the head of my cock.

  All the while Faith sighed and cooed and smiled beneath me as if I could not have given her any greater gift.

  The peak of the orgasm seemed to sear forever. When the pleasure finally began to ebb I kept rutting into her, pushing my delivery deep into her body and enjoying the last tendrils of lust before the slipped back into the base of my brain from where they’d come.