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“You fell in love with a storm. Did you really think you would get out unscathed?” - Nikita Gill
It’s small, isn’t it?…
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Snap to my bf: His dick was fucking huge!
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“First rule of the Hotwife Club”
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It was a warm Indian summer day in Nauvoo when my girlfriend (now wife) and I went for a stroll in old Nauvoo. We ended up down by the Mississippi River. No one was around and we started kissing. After a while, we ended up making out on the grass. It was so hot! That pre-marriage pent-up need straining to get out. We really started getting into it. I slid my hand up her shirt against the edge of her breast—as close as you could get without touching her “sacred private parts.” She reciprocated by sliding her hand down my pants. She cradled my genitals in that area that runs along your pointer and thumb. Again, just as close as you could possibly get and still not have “crossed the line.” After some considerable time making out, she spread her legs and I slid up between them. All of our clothes were on, but it was the best dry humping I’d ever had. I pressed my hard cock against her pubic bone and we ground ourselves together as we made out. After a few minutes, it was just too much. And it was just a bit too late. There was not going back; I’d hit the point of no return. I started cumming in my pants right then. I did not want my Molly Mormon future wife to know what was happening (and, I’m not sure her naïve, younger self would have understood). I tucked my face into her neck and tried not to spasm and to be silent. It worked and I climaxed undetected I quickly ended the makeout session and headed to a public restroom where I cleaned myself up as best as I could. I remember that it took quite some time and she asked me why. I made up some excuse and we walked off together. It wasn’t until year later that I told her about it. We’ve had a good laugh together and wish we would have done more back when it was so so hot.
When I was the ward clerk for finances, I had a key to the building. One day I was skipping work and had a few church things to do. My wife decided to go over to the building with me. While we were there, we got feeling a bit adventurous. We ended up using my key to let us in to the bishop’s office. Long story short, we may have had intimate relations on the bishop’s desk. Now no matter the reason I’m in his office, I can look over at his desk and remember that adventure.
When I was a freshman in college and in the singles’ ward (not BYU), I was assigned to home teach an attractive co-ed. We hit it off quickly and developed more of a casual friendship. One night, she ended up at the house my roommates and I were renting. None of my roommates were home and the two of us ended up on the couch. With playfulness, I put my hand on her knee and slowly moved it up her jeans toward her upper inner thigh. She looked right at me and said, “If you’re not serious, you’re going to have to stop yourself because I’m not going to stop you.” I felt a bit of guilt and stopped. In hindsight, I wish I would have really ministered to her needs.
I was 16 years old and at youth activities at the church. This cute little (short and hot) girl named Ashley came up to me and handed me a note and said “Lacey wants me to give this to you.” I put the note in my pocket, jumped into my truck, and headed home. When I got home, I read the note. It was one of the silliest, cutest, and hottest notes I’ve ever received. I wish I still had it. Lacey was one of the most beautiful and fun loving girls I had the pleasure of knowing during my youth. After reading the note, I was pretty turned on and decided to go back to the church and see if Lacey was still there as I had left pretty early. I got back and Ashley and Lacey were together. The three of us waked down a small hill to the church baseball field. On the way to the field, my brother came over and said that he was taking the truck. I gave him the keys and the Ashley, Lacey, and I continued on. There was a pavilion and we talked a bit in there. After awhile, Ashley said “I dare you two to kiss.” We did and it was hot. Ashley left us and headed back to the church. I remember making out hard with Lacey. I ran my hands up her shirt and played with her surprisingly large (she was only 14) breasts. We went at it for a while and I slipped a hand down her pants inside her panties. I rubbed her soaking wet pussy and pushed a few fingers inside her. It was the first time I touched a woman down there. I can still remember the way she ground her pussy against my hand. We continued making out while I fingered her slick little cunt for about 10 minutes. Then, we decided that we better call it quits since her parents where likely looking for her. She left to walk up the hill to the church and I turned the other way to walk home. On my way home, I couldn’t help but to smell the sweetness on my fingers. It was always a pleasure to see Lacey after that, even after we were no longer fooling around together. I am glad I had the privilege of knowing her.
Not too long after I (16 years old at the time) touched Lacey (14 years old and so hot) on the church ball field during mutual activities, the stake had a mini handcart trek. It involved the whole stake. Families built their own handcarts and pulled them up a canyon where the stake camped overnight. Once we were at the campsite and things were set up, I found Lacey and we went for a walk. We headed further up the canyon away from the rest of the camp. We found a grassy area and started making out. After a while, I laid her in the grass and removed her pants. I went down on her and licked her tight little cunt. I remember it tasted salty from the trek. After a few minutes, we heard people walking near us and hurried to get dressed. We went back to camp and listened to the stake president deliver his spiritual fireside. After dinner and after families started tucking in for the night, I snuck off. I joined Lacey in the VW bus of her friend that she was sleeping in. My friend was the boyfriend of Lacey’s friend. The four of us spent the night making out next to each other in the van. I remember grinding my hard penis against Lacey (clothes on) and just laying together until the early hours of the morning. I left around 3:00 am to go get a few hours of sleep before the trek out. The next morning, we broke camp and pulled our handcarts out. I left my family and got down and out quickly. Lacey did the same. When we got down to the rendezvous point (a grassy recreational area that included a commercial pool and an RV park), Lacey and I found a shady area on a hill where we could watch and see as people arrived and if any approached us. We sat in the shade and made out while each of us put a hand down the pants of the other. It felt so great to feel her hand move up and down on my cock while I moved my fingers in and out of and all around her little pussy. When we saw our families arrive, we knew it was time to stop. It was sure exciting to see Lacey the next day in sacrament meeting as everyone bore their testimonies about the sacrifices of our ancestors and how meaningful the trek was for them. It sure was meaningful for me!