(Interracial sex begins in later chapter.)
Joni is my wife's friend. Molly Mormon to everyone that knows her. "Molly Mormon" is a slang for someone that is a Mormon woman by the book. Everything that is expected from having the kids to doing everything and being the good little wife her husband expects of her.
Joni is one of those Mormon wives and mothers that react to "darn" as a bad word. "Never said Shit" as the saying goes.
My wife does not share the LDS faith with Joni, but they sometimes work together and are, in a way, friends.
By friends, my wife has to constantly deal with Joni's backstabbing. Always after one of these occasions there is an apology from Joni after she has used her sneaky LDS attitude to get her way. Usually something like, "Oh, I am so sorry. That is not what I intended do."
Knowing this woman to be this way had given me a hatred towards her. I curse her under my breath whenever I see her wearing her Capri pants and her golf shirt style top, and those sensible shoes.
One Tuesday Joni stopped by our house when she should have known my wife would not be home to drop off some work related item.. We sat on the porch a few minutes and made idle talk about family and life in general.
Having an opportunity to check Joni out a little bit on my porch got me a little more interested more than her personality. She is about fifteen years younger than my wife, or twelve years younger than me.
Joni is a pretty woman, tall at about five foot seven inches, with a slim, tom-boyish, look. She really has a killer smile, with almost too many teeth, a strong chin, and a nose that maybe a bit too long. The brown eyes sparkle, she has brown hair that she wears short and she has perfect skin. Her voice has a soft childlike tone to it and she reflects the innocence of a child in her mannerisms.
I keep watching her boobs move under her clothing and they look like probably just a A-cup, maybe a loose fitting B-Cup. With her trim waist, her ass has a nice flair and for some reason I am wondering if she has a hairy pussy to match the brown hair on her head.
So, in a space of about 15 minutes I have gone from wanting to run her off my porch to thinking what it would be like to fuck her.
Being the ultimate Mormon wife gives her the outlook on life of an eight year old girl. Sure, her husband has knocked her up four times, but what she knows about fucking had to come from him and I am sure she thinks of it as a duty. I wondered if this slim angel has ever been made to cum.
Now she has gotten up from the chair to double check they stuff she brought over for my wife. As she stood again she leaned back against the porch rail facing me, "It is so cool having an actual porch where you can sit in the shade."
Then she turned around and looked around and leaned forward onto the rail, rocking onto her toes. "The view from here is nice. There is a lot to look at."
This girl is really slim and in spite of my wife's fuller figure that should be more inspiring I find this skinny creature such a turn on. "Yes, the view is nice. Some times I can't get enough of what I am seeing."
My wife would have a jealous fit if she knew that I was even talking to her so called friend. Knowing what I was thinking she would kill us all. Again, Joni knows my wife is out of town for the rest of the day. So, this is awkward because I have let this go too far and she is going to work into a conversation that she spent time talking to me.
Joni turned back around to me and leaned against the rail again. This time folding her arms just under her tits. I know I was staring at them and started looking on down to where her crotch held my attention. Now I'm concealing a rising hardon and telling myself I would have a testicle removed just to get to see Joni naked.
"Say, it seems to be warmer than I thought out here today," Joni mentioned as a comment to the weather.
"It is getting hot out here. Too bad you silly Mormon women would never go in a house with a man alone. And, the a/c is running cool in there."
"I'm more LDS than all my friends, but none of them live around here. If you have something cool to drink I'll take a chance you won't ruin my virtue. After all, your wife and I are friends."
This is now officially out of hand. I'm not going to be able to put a good spin on this if it gets back to my wife. My wife has always been overly jealous for no reason. Even talking with Joni could get me killed. Letting her in our house with just the two of us could be a disaster. But, still I am wondering what she looks like under those clothes and wonder about what it would be like fuck Joni's Mormon cunt.
Joni followed me into the house and into the kitchen and leaned back against the counter while I tried to see what I could offer her to drink that would not offend her religion. I know she won't even allow tea, coffee, or soda with caffeine in her home.
Finding some juice I offered her that.
"I see you have some tea in your fridge. Maybe I could try that."
"Isn't that out of your comfort zone since you know it has caffeine?"
"I'm out of my comfort zone by just being in this kitchen with you alone. For good measure, if you don't mind would you put it in a cup and heat it for me, please?"
"A cup of hot tea on a hot day coming right up. Joni, you amaze me. What if your friends find out?"
"I'm not telling anyone, are you? She asked with a wry smile. "Maybe it can be our little secret."
"Like Secret Pals? Will we need a decoder ring for that?"
Joni looked so good leaning against the cabinet counter top that I caught myself checking her out again. She knew I was looking her over as took the cup of tea from my hand and sat down at the kitchen table.
Taking a sip, "Mmmmm, this is good. I knew it would be."
"You really never had tea?
"No, my father caught me and a girlfriend with a Pepsi when I was twelve. I got a caffeine lecture I still remember today. Plus, John would go crazy if he knew."
"I guess that is what makes it taste so much better."
"Probably so. And, good company helps, too."
