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  Sam teased her with it, nearly giving it to her before pulling it away and chuckling. He picked it up, cocked it, then sent it flying down to land on Faith’s forehead with a fat, wet slap. “Now that’s worship,” he said, smiling at me.

  I shuddered at the way the profanity engorged my own cock.

  “Alright,” Sam said feeding his cock back into Faith’s mouth.

  This time she sucked it in with loud slurps and gurgled for him when he came to her throat.

  I couldn’t tear my eyes away.

  “Let’s get a little something inside you before dinner,” Sam grunted. He began stroking himself into her mouth.

  Chapter 13

  My Faith astounded me. As Sam got more excited he also became more dominant and demanding. Once he had stroked himself to a good froth, he put one hand on top of Faith’s head and the other beneath her chin.

  I balked but continued to stare as he used her mouth the way you would her pussy or ass. He simply treated it as another hole to be fucked.

  And for her part, Faith did nothing to rebuke his invasive advance. She obediently kept her jaw slack as he continued to thrust himself into her filthy maw.

  Finally, after some minutes of this, Sam twisted slightly to one side and a grimace stretched across his face.

  The muscles of his cock flexed, his flesh rippling as he expelled his seed down Faith’s throat. He finished with a grunt and a sigh and pulled himself out of her mouth, his cock still stiff.

  “Oh my,” he said, stuffing his flagging muscle back into his pants. “I do hope you’ve enjoyed that mouth?” he asked.

  I looked at Faith. She was still contending with the last gulps of his fluid, swallowing them down, still on her knees. “I have,” I whispered. “But not like that.”

  This made Sam chuckle and Faith turn to me and giggled.

  I blushed in embarrassment at saying such a lewd thing, at seeing such a lewd thing, at condoning this whoring of my wife. At encouraging it.

  Sam suggested we eat dinner.

  Faith rose and as she did cleaned off the last remnants of his ejaculate from the corners of her lips. She slid her finger into her mouth and sucked it off, as if she had never tasted anything more delicious.

  Sam walked through to the dining room but I waited for Faith. She walked up to me smiling.

  “Did you like that?” she whispered. “Did you like what I did for you?”

  I stared at her with wide eyes, looking mostly at her mouth, almost unable to believe what she’d just let him do to it. What I’d let him do.

  And yet it didn’t feel bad. It was a strange feeling, knowing that until just a few moments ago she had always been mine and completely mine and no one else’s and that now a part of her would always belong to him, even if it was just a memory in his mind of fucking her face.

  Faith got tired of waiting for an answer and pressed her palm against my hardened cock to get it. Her smile widened. “Good,” she whispered. “I thought you would.”

  Then we both walked into the dining room to join Sam though I felt more like I floated there the way you do in a dream.

  Dinner was a delicious roast that was perfectly seared and pink on the inside. Fresh greens and baby potatoes accompanied the meat with more red wine than Faith and I had consumed in the last year between the two of us.

  By the time we had finished, we were both quite drunk.

  “Would you like to see the upstairs?” Sam asked taking the last sip of his red wine.

  In the dim glow of the candles and my alcoholic haze he seemed so friendly and welcoming.

  I nodded. I had spent most of dinner fantasizing about what it would be like to see him take Faith for himself and in my state of inebriation, having lost my inhibitions, was eager to see it firsthand.

  He seemed like he would be a dominant and demanding lover from his earlier exploit and there was something about seeing Faith used in that way that excited me even more.

  We followed him upstairs which was as tastefully and elegantly decorated as the downstairs had been. The last room on the tour was the master bedroom, his bedroom and I quickly scurried into a corner to let the two of them get more intimately acquainted.

  “Well, I hope you enjoyed the meal as much as I enjoyed your company!” Sam said.

  My heart sank a little. His tone was that of a host trying to wrap up the night.

  He looked at his watch, confirming my fear. “I do apologize for this but I have a very early morning tomorrow. One of my business associates from New York is flying in and I promised I’d pick him up at the airport which is a few hours away from Scramonston. Would you mind if we did adjourned for the evening? I promise I will make it up to you!” He looked at both of us and smiled.

  Faith seemed as disappointed by this as I was. She of course shook her head and whispered a polite “no, of course not,” but I could tell that her heart was low.

  We both politely said our goodbyes, as absurd as that was considering what had transpired between them, and left, opting to walk home instead of take the care due to all the alcohol we’d consumed.

  Faith seemed sullen and almost inconsolable as we walked home in silence.

  I, on the other hand, was an aching tangle of tickling knots. My nuts were churning with fresh semen that my cock was ready to burst forth.

  As soon as we got in the door I put my advances upon Faith. I kissed her neck and ran my hands all along her curves the same way that Sam had. “My love, I need you right now,” I whispered with great urgency.

  Faith gave me a shy and somewhat polite smile before walking up the stairs. It was not exactly the same passionate response she’d had the night he’d touched her leg or kissed her and I couldn’t help but wonder why. “Is everything alright?” I asked upon reaching the bedroom.

  Faith was already undressing. She removed the red dress and her underwear, revealing her beautiful plush body with as much ceremony as if she were eating some dry toast. “Huh? Oh, I’m fine,” she said, laying herself down and spreading her legs.

  Her pussy was certainly wet enough. A dribble of the clear liquid oozed out of her vagina and drooled down the crack of her ass.

  In my state of arousal I was willing to look past what seemed like her disinterest. I quickly undressed, groaning as I unholstered my member. I didn’t bother removing my socks and instead sank between Faith’s legs.

  For a brief moment I studied her expression, wondering what could possibly be wrong. Her pussy was slick and hot and yet she seemed…almost bored.

  But the promise of being enveloped by her hot walls overcame my wondering at what might be wrong. I eased forward and slid into her tight slit, revelling in its warmth and wetness.

  Of course I was so worked up by the evenings events that all it took was a few swift strokes. I grunted as my orgasm swept through me and I filled Faith up. There was so much of it that once her pussy was too full it began to seep back out and down onto my balls.

  It was a short, sharp climax and I collapsed next to her on the bed panting and exhausted.

  Faith got up.

  “Wait, Faith!” I said, sitting up on the bed and trying to grab her hand. “You didn’t…would you like me to…you know. Use my mouth?”

  Again that polite, tight smile. “No,” she said, shaking her head. “That’s alright.” She disappeared into the bathroom. When she came out I had crawled under the sheets but fought of sleep. We needed to talk.

  “You seem disappointed,” I said to her after she’d crawled in beside me.

  “I’m fine,” Faith replied quietly, rolling onto her other side so her back was towards me.

  I knew it was a lie. Faith was such a good-natured person she rarely got in a funk. She was usually the one dragging me out of a bad mood not the other way around.

  I put my hand on her shoulder and gave her a squeeze. “Honey, I want to make things right. Please? Tell me what’s wrong?”

  It took a moment. She sighed. I could tell she was strugglin
g with whatever was going on inside her but she did finally turn around. Her eyes were round and sad.

  “Come on, Faith. You can tell me.”

  Faith’s eyes searched the room for what to say. “I guess…I guess I’m disappointed that I couldn’t do more for you.”

  “What?” I croaked. “More for me?”

  “Oh William, I know how much it meant to you to see him take me. I know how much you wanted to see him inside of me. I was so excited that I’d get to do that for you, that I’d get to show you what a naughty wife I was and then Sam went and did that. Sent us home the way he did.”

  She seemed so genuinely saddened by the turn of events. It made my blood boil. Though I don’t normally get angry with people or carry a grudge, I started feeling resentful towards Sam.

  Not that he’d promised us anything. I just hated seeing Faith this disappointed.

  “Faith,” I began. I leaned close and kissed her cheek. “I’m going to pay Sam a visit tomorrow. As soon as he comes back from the airport I’ll ask for a meeting and have words with him.”

  “Wait, what? Why?”

  “I don’t like seeing you this upset and I don’t think it’s fair of him to treat us the way he did.”

  It was only partially a lie. Guilt twisted my insides again. Of course I didn’t want to see Faith upset. There was, however, a more insidious motivation for why I was going to do it.

  I had been almost as disappointed as she that he didn’t consummate their unholy union. I had been on pins and needles waiting for it and the let-down was immense. If I could speak with Sam and convince him that he owed it to us that would make Faith thrilled and me a hero in her eyes. I resolved to do just that.

  “Oh Will,” Faith said shaking her head. “I don’t know if you should…”

  “No, I think I should, Faith. I don’t want to see you this disappointed and I believe that Sam was out of line treating us like that.”

  Faith looked up with hope in her eyes and batted her eyelashes at me the same way she had at Sam earlier that night. “Really, Will? You’d do that for me?”

  My heart melted. I kissed her forehead and whispered “I’d do anything for you, my love.”

  She curled into me and I heard her smile. We fell asleep wrapped up together just like that.

  The next morning I left a message with his secretary asking him to please call me when he returned from the airport. He did and I immediately asked to meet with him to which he agreed. I drove over to his office with my heart in my throat. I wasn’t usually one for confrontation and so I was admittedly nervous about the meeting but I was spurred on by the way Faith had reacted to my resolve the night before.

  Once I entered Sam’s office my hands were sweating and shaking quite a bit. I steadied my nerves as I approached the receptionists desk.

  A somewhat sullen looking young man sat behind the desk with a headset over one ear tapping on a keyboard. When he looked up he seemed surprised to see me standing there. “Hello. You are?”

  “Reverend William Caldwell. We spoke earlier? I’m here to see Sam.”

  A look of astonishment peppered with, dare I say terror struck his eyes. “You’re the new preacher at the chapel?” he asked, sounding very flustered.

  “Why yes. Yes I am.”

  The young man swallowed and looked over his shoulder, as if her was nervous that there might be someone listening to our conversation. It was very strange behaviour for an office employee. He leaned forward and when he spoke his voice was hushed. “Reverend,” he began.

  “Yes? Did I get the time wrong?” I wondered. I had been sure that he’d said eleven o’clock over the phone.

  “No. No, no, it’s not that.” He seemed quite agitated and I had to wonder what was upsetting him so.

  “Son? Is everything alright?”

  “Rev!” Sam’s booming voice interrupted our conversation.

  I looked up to see him walking out of the door behind the receptionists desk. Presumably it led to his office. I glanced at the young man to see him suddenly cowed. It seemed a little odd but Sam was approaching me with his hand outstretched so I put the matter out of my mind.

  “Sam,” I said, gripping his hand and giving it a firm shake.

  “Please, Reverend. Step into my office and we can talk.” Sam seemed very amiable for having woken up early and driven to the airport. We walked into his office and he shut the door.

  The office was as tastefully decorated as his house. A small laptop sat on his desk but besides that nothing else. No jumble of papers, no mess. Sam seemed like a very meticulous person.

  He beckoned towards a chair in front of his desk, motioning me to take a seat. He sat down in the large office chair behind the desk and laced his fingers together. “What can I do for you today, Reverend?” he asked.

  I cleared my throat a number of times as I collected my thoughts. It wasn’t the sort of conversation I had ever had before and despite my rehearsals on the way over I struggled to come up with the right way to begin. Finally, direct as I normally am, I just blurted it out. “It’s about last night.”

  Sam nodded solemnly and rocked back and forth in his chair. “I suspected as much. Is everything alright?”

  I cleared my throat again and stalled by casting another look around the room. “Everything is fine though…well, to put it simply, Faith was somewhat disappointed.”

  Sam raised an eye. “Oh?”

  “Well, yes. You see…to be honest it’s not easy for me to say this…what it is, is that…”

  Sam breathed in slowly. “Perhaps you’re trying to say that Faith had hoped for a more…intimate experience?”

  My insides warmed at the way he’d spared me having to say the words myself. “That’s exactly what I meant to say,” I explained.

  Sam nodded again. He pursed his lips as if pondering the idea. “And that’s something that you’d like as well?”

  Once again the reality of what I was doing, what I was talking about, sending my wife into the arms of another man, slammed into me like a freight train. My mind started reeling. What must Sam think of me, a man of the cloth, asking him to defile my wife?

  Sam leaned forward and put his arms on the desk, staring across it at me. “You’re conflicted by this, aren’t you Reverend?”

  It was quite a disarming thing to say. So honest yet almost…tender in tone. “I…yes. I am.”

  Sam nodded sagely. “Understandable. Especially given your calling, that you might feel uncomfortable exploring an alternative lifestyle like this.”

  Alternative lifestyle? That wasn’t right. That wasn’t what this was about at all. Was it? “I…I don’t think you understand…”

  Sam held up a hand. “Relax, Reverend. I think you’ll find, as I’ve said, that we here in Scramonston are an accommodating lot. We don’t judge or shun those of us that are different. We are accepting of all. But what you are asking for, what you are asking me to do, is a little bit more complicated than what happened last night.”

  “Complicated?” I asked with a frown. “How?”

  Sam nodded and collected his thoughts before going on. “The other men of the church and I, we have something of an agreement.”

  “Alright.”

  “You see we are all very close here in the parish and in Scramonston. It’s a small place and everyone knows each other well. We like to take care and let in only those that will share in our openness and acceptance of all traditions.”

  This was all sounding very strange but Sam’s calm demeanour and deep voice had put me at ease. “And what do you mean by that, Sam?”

  “In order for you and Faith to enjoy the benefits of our…arrangement, you would be asked to participate in a small ceremony. Nothing elaborate, mind you. Sort of an initiation rite.”

  Now that sounded very strange. “Now Sam, I have said my vows and affirmed my faith and I don’t know if it would be appropriate to…”

  “No, no, no,” Sam said, waving my concerns away. “It’s n
othing that would replace your faith, Reverend. In fact I hope it would not do anything to compromise your position at the parish. We are so enjoying your sermons.”

  I revelled in the warm burst of pride his compliment brought.

  “It is more along the lines of a club. A society where we enjoy each other’s company. On Wednesday nights.”

  I was hesitant, I will admit. But the demons that had dug their claws into the softest part of my mind tightened their grip, discarding my doubts. “What, exactly, would be required of us?” I asked.

  Sam smiled. “I believe that would be best explained by you and your lovely wife simply attending one of the ceremonies. Why, there’s one happening this Wednesday, in fact. Would you like to join us?”

  I pondered the offer. “I would have to speak with Faith about it but I don’t see why not.”

  Sam’s smile widened. “Good. Very good. In that case, unless I hear otherwise, why don’t you and Faith meet me at the church at around seven tomorrow night?”

  I nodded. A nagging doubt poked at me. “The church?”

  “Oh yes! It’s the room downstairs that you found locked. That’s where we meet. For our activities.”

  I nodded, still wrestling with a kernel of doubt. “Very well. I’ll speak with Faith but I’m sure that we’ll see you tomorrow.”

  Sam stood up, walked around the desk and opened the door.

  As I walked outside I saw the young man at the desk looking at me with the same worried expression he’d had when I’d walked in. Turning one last time to say goodbye to Sam, I found him glaring at the young man. It was all very strange. “Tomorrow night, then.”

  “Yes. Tomorrow night,” Sam replied.

  Chapter 14

  “Are you sure this will be acceptable? He didn’t say anything about what the others were going to wear?”

  I eyed Faith. She had put on a loose, white blouse and a loose, white skirt. Her toes were still painted red though she wore sandals this time and not heels. Her hair was tied back in a pony tail and she was looking much more casual than she had on Monday night.