Ex-Mormon Hotwife: New to the Forum and want to share a bit of My Story

[BLove]

My name is Brit, and am new to the forum, hubby D has been here off and on for the last 2 years gaining insight and knowledge as we decided to bring his fantasy to life.

When D brought his fantasy to me a little over 2 years ago, it was completely out of left field, at least to me. You see, I grew up Mormon, and even though I hadn't been "active" in the church for years, I still have a lot of what D calls my "moral compass block" up.

You see, I've always been a bigger girl, and not just my bust size. I never had the body shame or anything like that, but growing up in a smaller town, and Mormon - where we are taught from a young age that your body is a temple, and that we need to dress modestly and act as though Jesus was standing next to you, I didn't get a lot of male attention. I wasn't the "pretty" model type that the teenage boys go for. So I was never approached, and just felt NOT pretty.

I grew up in the church, and was class president (church leadership) since I was 12 all the way through High School graduation. I was the prime example in our ward. I was always there and willing to help and do whatever was asked of me, followed EVERY rule. But, since I wasn't the super model or movie star type body, I felt like I just WAS.

After High School, I moved out of my small town, and decided to try life without the influence of my family or any of my High School influences. I did what every responsible person does, and got a job. I met D and my life started to change. For the better.

D and I started dating shortly after I started, and our romance was "illegal" - he was my manager. Our employer had a non-fraternizations policy. Instead of hiding our relationship, once again being the responsible little Mormon girl, reported the relationship. I was already entering the management training program, but it was decided that D and I would no longer be able to work at the same location. This brought on a bunch of transfers and moves for us in our early relationship.

Not sure how much is known about Mormon's and their crazy, weird, and just unrealistic time frames for relationships. So let me clue you in. In the Mormon religion, it is very typical that a couple will date for less than 3 months and then become engaged, and married shortly there after. Sometimes they are even married within that initial 3 months of dating.

D is very much NOT Mormon, and started getting bombarded with questions about marriage after we had been seeing each other for just over a month. I think that it nearly scared him off.

Luckily, my crazy family didn't scare him off, and we continued to see each other. We moved in together - much to my mothers shock and disappointment...her "good" girl had been corrupted. Oh, if she knew what we were up to now!

We, like most couples had our rough early years, added 4 kids and learned to love each other in our new roles, and grew together.

Don't worry, we're getting to the GOOD stuff, promise.

We were in a really good place with our relationship after our youngest was born. The flame that goes dim after kids was finally completely back and ROARING. It was amazing to get back to that place in every aspect of our lives...especially our sex life.

It was around this time (just over 2 years ago) that D had started talking about his fantasy of watching me fuck another man. I kind of laughed and said something along the lines of "I'm not sure any other men would find me attractive enough for that."

That's when things got REALLY GOOD. He somehow convinced me- the oldest daughter, Mormon raised, somewhat vanilla, woman to try out something so wild to me. He wanted me to try posting a few pictures on a site to see what other people, particularly men thought. Which led to some AMAZING sex, and slammed the door, windows and even the rooftop WIDE open.

I went from thinking that NO men found me attractive to having 100's of men telling me how sexy, beautiful, amazing etc. I was. It definitely made my panties soaking wet and horny, reading the comments left by so many.

I finally decided to do a little research and found that I might actually want to try this little fantasy experiment out. Cuz, being the "good Mormon" girl I was (and sometimes still am...it's hard to break something taught to you from such a young age) I had only ever been with one person sexually, and I was curious to find out what sex with another man would be like.

That brought us to a site that took OFF. We went from 0-60 in less time than it took to set up the profile. It was daunting at first. All of a sudden I had Men, couples, and even a few women reach out to me wanting to help make D's fantasy come to life. It honestly overwhelmed me. I was NOT as ready as I thought I was. I went from barely telling D when I was wanting the "D" to all of a sudden chatting with men who wanted to see the dirty slutty side of me. Sometimes it felt like I was putting on a persona of this sex craved woman who wanted nothing more than some new cock in my life.

Turns out that it was not too far from the truth.

After only a few weeks on the site we had set up our first meet...playdate...session - we've called it a lot of different terms. I had been chatting online, via text and even did a couple video calls (which I was NOT a fan of. And no longer do)

That first meet...UGH that first meet. They never go as you imagine they will. I was SO nervous, and D had to act like he wasn't nervous or going through his own "moral" dilemma to help me through getting ready. Let alone actually meeting to do the vibe check.

We met S at a bar, and chatted a bit, sharing a bit more and going over the first round of rules we had. S was VERY into me, and I was into the thrill of another "real life" man being interested and turned on by me.

Things at the bar were going well. Maybe a little too well, D stepped out for a few minutes to let S and I chat alone. And since he said kissing was okay, S kind of just went for it. It was extremely awkward to be kissing a man, who wasn't my husband in a public place, in a way that D and I don't kiss in public. D came back in and said that it looked like things were going well, and maybe we should head to the hotel.

You did NOT have to ask S twice. He was up and outside walking to his car quicker than the Roadrunner dashing away from Wiley Coyote.

And so, we were off! And with that, D asked how I was doing on our short drive to the hotel. I answered honestly, that I was nervous, but excited. I asked how he was doing, especially after seeing me kissing another man. All he said was that he was unsure how he felt about it.

After pulling up to the hotel, S waved us down and said he realized he forgot his wallet and ID, and wasn't sure if he would be able to check in, so he asked us to wait to see if he would be able to secure the room without it.

Somehow, by the skin of his teeth S was able to get the room.

Now the nerves REALLY kicked in. Walking into the room, and seeing the cuck chair, brought it all crashing down, that this was REALLY going to happen. I was going to have sex with a man who wasn't my husband for the first time. HOLY SHIT!

After a quick potty break, trying to get my nerves under control, I walked back into the room and sat on the corner of the bed. S was at the top, and D was sitting uncomfortably in the cuck chair. And here I was sitting in a barely there skirt, and a top that barely covered my giant tits. Looking like a deer in the headlights not sure what to do.

S started moving towards me, and slowly moved his hand to my tits, squeezing slightly. A moan escaped my lips and then the top was pulled up just enough for him to wrap his mouth around my nipples....it NEVER came fully off.

He then started slowly grazing his fingers down my body, his aim for my dripping pussy. He moved my thong to the side and started rubbing my clit and making me squirt for the first time. It took him .02 seconds to bring his mouth to my pussy lips, and continued to go down on me for 30 minutes.

At some point, S was just in his boxer briefs, and I started rubbing his cock through it. D was up and about, recording the session on his phone. Which is one of our rules, S knew about it the entire time. D came up behind me - I was laying with my head at the foot of the bed and he came up to tweak my nipples and encourage/check on me.

After S had his fill of my juices...Have I mentioned that I squirt???? A LOT??? No? Damn....He slipped off his boxer briefs and just slid right into my pussy. If the oral was a marathon, the sex? It was 100 meter dash. He was in and done in as much time as it took feel him slide in. How disappointing for your first time with another man? Wham, BAM, Thank you Ma'am.

D stepped out to do a check in. And came back in saying one of the kids was throwing up, so we needed to be getting home. I cleaned up...as much as I could. Notice how I never mentioned anything coming off? Just pulled up or moved aside? My outfit was SOAKED to say the least, especially if the giant ass wet spot on the hotel bed was any indicator.

We parted ways and headed for home.

In the car D kind of let loose on all he had been feeling all night. Like open and honest, he had a really tough time. He kept saying that he felt like he was supposed to step in and stop everything cuz this guy was fucking his wife. But he wanted it, so he was super conflicted. And then to top it off he saw something that quickly turned him off from the situation. I didn't see anything...but honestly, I was only FEELING...feeling intense orgasms and juices just puddle beneath me. And I never really moved from my spot on the bed. Which, was even more disappointing because S kept talking a big game of everything he was going to do to me when we met up. Only for it to be such an underwhelming experience. Let alone that it was our first time out the gate.

Like I said, we've been at this for about 2 years. This first experience was just a drop in the bucket. It got better, LOTS better.

Stay tuned for more.

[armyguyot1]

Welcome to the forum Blove. I have spent some time around Pocatello Idaho and payed with few Mormon gals and I would say the Mormon rules are pretty tight but the women are not. I mean that with all due respect that they are some of the nicest and friendliest women I have ever met. They love sex and want it and get it regardless of church rules. They love to fuck and are good at it. You are certainly not the only mormon gal who loves sex and goes for it regardless of rules.

[unclecuck]

Love your journey.
Welcome

[SensualDeviant]

You might like the Mormon Girlz porn channel. Here are just a couple videos...

Mormon girl asked to masturbate for church elder: https://xhamster.com/videos/teen-watche ... ng-7149910

Mormon gangbang: https://xhamster.com/videos/mormon-babe ... s-12183534

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

You might like the Mormon Girlz porn channel. Here are just a couple videos...

Mormon girl asked to masturbate for church elder: https://xhamster.com/videos/teen-watche ... ng-7149910

Mormon gangbang: https://xhamster.com/videos/mormon-babe ... s-12183534

100% none of the people in those videos are Mormon. Good marketing ploy though.

[BallSpanking]

100% none of the people in those videos are Mormon. Good marketing ploy though.

... Do you think they were Baptists?

[Greywolf and Vixen]

... Do you think they were Baptists?

For a paycheck they'd probably be any religion you wanted!

[sandy691196]

My name is Brit, and am new to the forum, hubby D has been here off and on for the last 2 years gaining insight and knowledge as we decided to bring his fantasy to life.

When D brought his fantasy to me a little over 2 years ago, it was completely out of left field, at least to me. You see, I grew up Mormon, and even though I hadn't been "active" in the church for years, I still have a lot of what D calls my "moral compass block" up.

You see, I've always been a bigger girl, and not just my bust size. I never had the body shame or anything like that, but growing up in a smaller town, and Mormon - where we are taught from a young age that your body is a temple, and that we need to dress modestly and act as though Jesus was standing next to you, I didn't get a lot of male attention. I wasn't the "pretty" model type that the teenage boys go for. So I was never approached, and just felt NOT pretty.

I grew up in the church, and was class president (church leadership) since I was 12 all the way through High School graduation. I was the prime example in our ward. I was always there and willing to help and do whatever was asked of me, followed EVERY rule. But, since I wasn't the super model or movie star type body, I felt like I just WAS.

After High School, I moved out of my small town, and decided to try life without the influence of my family or any of my High School influences. I did what every responsible person does, and got a job. I met D and my life started to change. For the better.

D and I started dating shortly after I started, and our romance was "illegal" - he was my manager. Our employer had a non-fraternizations policy. Instead of hiding our relationship, once again being the responsible little Mormon girl, reported the relationship. I was already entering the management training program, but it was decided that D and I would no longer be able to work at the same location. This brought on a bunch of transfers and moves for us in our early relationship.

Not sure how much is known about Mormon's and their crazy, weird, and just unrealistic time frames for relationships. So let me clue you in. In the Mormon religion, it is very typical that a couple will date for less than 3 months and then become engaged, and married shortly there after. Sometimes they are even married within that initial 3 months of dating.

D is very much NOT Mormon, and started getting bombarded with questions about marriage after we had been seeing each other for just over a month. I think that it nearly scared him off.

Luckily, my crazy family didn't scare him off, and we continued to see each other. We moved in together - much to my mothers shock and disappointment...her "good" girl had been corrupted. Oh, if she knew what we were up to now!

We, like most couples had our rough early years, added 4 kids and learned to love each other in our new roles, and grew together.

Don't worry, we're getting to the GOOD stuff, promise.

We were in a really good place with our relationship after our youngest was born. The flame that goes dim after kids was finally completely back and ROARING. It was amazing to get back to that place in every aspect of our lives...especially our sex life.

It was around this time (just over 2 years ago) that D had started talking about his fantasy of watching me fuck another man. I kind of laughed and said something along the lines of "I'm not sure any other men would find me attractive enough for that."

That's when things got REALLY GOOD. He somehow convinced me- the oldest daughter, Mormon raised, somewhat vanilla, woman to try out something so wild to me. He wanted me to try posting a few pictures on a site to see what other people, particularly men thought. Which led to some AMAZING sex, and slammed the door, windows and even the rooftop WIDE open.

I went from thinking that NO men found me attractive to having 100's of men telling me how sexy, beautiful, amazing etc. I was. It definitely made my panties soaking wet and horny, reading the comments left by so many.

I finally decided to do a little research and found that I might actually want to try this little fantasy experiment out. Cuz, being the "good Mormon" girl I was (and sometimes still am...it's hard to break something taught to you from such a young age) I had only ever been with one person sexually, and I was curious to find out what sex with another man would be like.

That brought us to a site that took OFF. We went from 0-60 in less time than it took to set up the profile. It was daunting at first. All of a sudden I had Men, couples, and even a few women reach out to me wanting to help make D's fantasy come to life. It honestly overwhelmed me. I was NOT as ready as I thought I was. I went from barely telling D when I was wanting the "D" to all of a sudden chatting with men who wanted to see the dirty slutty side of me. Sometimes it felt like I was putting on a persona of this sex craved woman who wanted nothing more than some new cock in my life.

Turns out that it was not too far from the truth.

After only a few weeks on the site we had set up our first meet...playdate...session - we've called it a lot of different terms. I had been chatting online, via text and even did a couple video calls (which I was NOT a fan of. And no longer do)

That first meet...UGH that first meet. They never go as you imagine they will. I was SO nervous, and D had to act like he wasn't nervous or going through his own "moral" dilemma to help me through getting ready. Let alone actually meeting to do the vibe check.

We met S at a bar, and chatted a bit, sharing a bit more and going over the first round of rules we had. S was VERY into me, and I was into the thrill of another "real life" man being interested and turned on by me.

Things at the bar were going well. Maybe a little too well, D stepped out for a few minutes to let S and I chat alone. And since he said kissing was okay, S kind of just went for it. It was extremely awkward to be kissing a man, who wasn't my husband in a public place, in a way that D and I don't kiss in public. D came back in and said that it looked like things were going well, and maybe we should head to the hotel.

You did NOT have to ask S twice. He was up and outside walking to his car quicker than the Roadrunner dashing away from Wiley Coyote.

And so, we were off! And with that, D asked how I was doing on our short drive to the hotel. I answered honestly, that I was nervous, but excited. I asked how he was doing, especially after seeing me kissing another man. All he said was that he was unsure how he felt about it.

After pulling up to the hotel, S waved us down and said he realized he forgot his wallet and ID, and wasn't sure if he would be able to check in, so he asked us to wait to see if he would be able to secure the room without it.

Somehow, by the skin of his teeth S was able to get the room.

Now the nerves REALLY kicked in. Walking into the room, and seeing the cuck chair, brought it all crashing down, that this was REALLY going to happen. I was going to have sex with a man who wasn't my husband for the first time. HOLY SHIT!

After a quick potty break, trying to get my nerves under control, I walked back into the room and sat on the corner of the bed. S was at the top, and D was sitting uncomfortably in the cuck chair. And here I was sitting in a barely there skirt, and a top that barely covered my giant tits. Looking like a deer in the headlights not sure what to do.

S started moving towards me, and slowly moved his hand to my tits, squeezing slightly. A moan escaped my lips and then the top was pulled up just enough for him to wrap his mouth around my nipples....it NEVER came fully off.

He then started slowly grazing his fingers down my body, his aim for my dripping pussy. He moved my thong to the side and started rubbing my clit and making me squirt for the first time. It took him .02 seconds to bring his mouth to my pussy lips, and continued to go down on me for 30 minutes.

At some point, S was just in his boxer briefs, and I started rubbing his cock through it. D was up and about, recording the session on his phone. Which is one of our rules, S knew about it the entire time. D came up behind me - I was laying with my head at the foot of the bed and he came up to tweak my nipples and encourage/check on me.

After S had his fill of my juices...Have I mentioned that I squirt???? A LOT??? No? Damn....He slipped off his boxer briefs and just slid right into my pussy. If the oral was a marathon, the sex? It was 100 meter dash. He was in and done in as much time as it took feel him slide in. How disappointing for your first time with another man? Wham, BAM, Thank you Ma'am.

D stepped out to do a check in. And came back in saying one of the kids was throwing up, so we needed to be getting home. I cleaned up...as much as I could. Notice how I never mentioned anything coming off? Just pulled up or moved aside? My outfit was SOAKED to say the least, especially if the giant ass wet spot on the hotel bed was any indicator.

We parted ways and headed for home.

In the car D kind of let loose on all he had been feeling all night. Like open and honest, he had a really tough time. He kept saying that he felt like he was supposed to step in and stop everything cuz this guy was fucking his wife. But he wanted it, so he was super conflicted. And then to top it off he saw something that quickly turned him off from the situation. I didn't see anything...but honestly, I was only FEELING...feeling intense orgasms and juices just puddle beneath me. And I never really moved from my spot on the bed. Which, was even more disappointing because S kept talking a big game of everything he was going to do to me when we met up. Only for it to be such an underwhelming experience. Let alone that it was our first time out the gate.

Like I said, we've been at this for about 2 years. This first experience was just a drop in the bucket. It got better, LOTS better.

Stay tuned for more.

You are an amazing writer hon!
Apart from being a big girl..
and a girl who gets wet fast and squirts faster!

An amazing combo of A1s!

[BLove]

Thank you!

[sandy691196]

Uh don't thank me hon.. what i said came from my guts!

[SheLikesWhenIWatch]

(I absolutely LOVE Mormon, Catholic and Jewish girls who discover their sluttier side! You girls are just awesome!)

As for the comments about your body size:
I used to be immature. I used to be one of those boys always looking for a Pamela Anderson body. But over time, the good men mature and realize how wonderful “variety” and (ala John Legend) “perfect imperfections” can be.

I happen to be married to a petite, Asian hotwife who’s incredibly fit and eternally youthful. (I’m sure you know the type.) Yes…I’ve been INCREDIBLY lucky and privileged. And maybe my path has led me to be more easily convinced that a hot-bod is not “all that.” (Easy to say when you’ve got it, some would say.) Some of our favorite porn to watch together is the amateurs, those whose bodies are far from perfect, getting laid while their hubbies jerk off in the cuck chair. REAL women enjoying themselves…the women we’d see in the grocery store, our neighbors, our coworkers and friends.

It’s not a “chubby fetish.” It’s a “variety fetish.” (We all want to believe that our neighbors, coworkers, friends, and even that mom we saw at the grocery store are getting their pussies pleased if even by getting a little slutty for their husbands.)

I say embrace it! Even big girls need to experience the thrill of cumming on a good, thick cock while their husbands watch on in amazement (…and jerk off? …photograph and film? …join in on the fun?). Big girls need luvin’ too! Be proud. There are plenty of us who support you.

[Motet]

Looking forward to hearing more.

[Cuckcuckgoose1]

100% none of the people in those videos are Mormon. Good marketing ploy though.

... Do you think they were Baptists?

Jehovah Witness...I'm sure of it. I believe that one guy on the chair has been to my door. Lol

[Vin231]

Welcome and thanks for sharing your stories. So looking forward to hearing more about you two and your fun. Sorry that guy was too quick but that does happen....

[Carlbiinchicago]

Love the story please do share more as you have time