Interracial sex begins in later chapter.
Fucking Joni was like a dream. I could not imagine I could be that into her and that slim body. She had wiped off on a handful of tissue, dressed, and hurried home. It was odd that after what we had just done she had put her Mormon garments back on under her clothes.
I had cleaned off the leather couch where we fucked each other silly a short time before. I was just about to hit the shower when the phone rang. "Hey, thanks so much. I didn't intend for anything like that to happen between us. I loved it," Joni's voice came over the phone. I'm in my driveway and John is home ahead of me. We still on for another time?"
"Can't wait. I wish I were with you now."
"That would be fun, but John is here and the kids will be home soon from John's mom's house."
"Here's my gmail account, email me when you get a chance.
"Okay, Thank you for making me a naughty girl."
Later that evening I checked the my email and she had sent a message as follows:
"Hi Secret Pal,
My husband was grumpy at dinner so I let my mind drift to what you did to me this afternoon. I looked at him and remembered you sticking you penis in me to where his reaches and then you stroking yours all the way up inside to where it felt so good.
I think what you did to me is going to be my "point of reference". I used to asked Mom how she could stand Dad sometimes and she said you need a "point of reference". A place you can go to in your mind that know one else knows about. So, when things are not going so well I will be thinking of you and the way your cum felt shooting into my vagina today. That will be my reason to smile, to know what I have done with you.
The highlight of dinner was when I was thinking of you I could feel a little bit of your cum still inside me trickle out of my pussy. I hope you don't need a decoder ring to get this message."
This girl is can be a lot of fun. My wife is okay. Still looks nice, but every day is filled with some kind of crisis bullshit. When we got married things were fine until kids came along. Then like most men, I became secondary to them. Then I looked forward to the kids being gone, but before the last one left there were grandkids. Between the kids, the grandkids, and the goofy fucking friends she attracts every thing was some kind of shit I didn't care about.
So, my life is pretty much in the hopper until Joni came to the door. Joni has rescued me for a moment. I hope I can keep her interested. There is always the chance that the overbearing Mormon family situations will take her back the things she has been taught all of her life.
As for me, I have my point of reference, too. One hot Mormon wife has made me think my life may be worthwhile. If I never get another chance with Joni this has still been a blessing.
I was quick to send off a reply:
"Secret Pal,
I close my eyes and remember the scent of your pussy and the sweet taste of your juices. I hope my next chance comes to me quickly as I cannot get your sweet sex off my mind. Thank you for not saying "Decoder Ring" while I was trying to consume your lovely slit.
When we get together next time I hope there is no limit to the time I can spend down there with my face buried in your womanhood. Making you cum was fantastic, but making you cum many times will be bliss for me. I hope you are up to cumming over and over again while I lap at the sweet nectar of your cunt.
Time was short as I sank my cock into you. I know we were both ready to cum even as the head first slid past your pussy lips and up inside you. Squirting my seed into you seemed too sudden, but so good.
I hope we can get in your marriage bed for me to make you so glad you are a woman and afterwards have time to explore all of your sexy body.
You are truly a beautiful woman that I simply adore."
Okay, so I can write a bullshit email, but I really have to get to that married Mormon wife pussy again, and soon. Like I've said before, this slim little gal appeals to me in ways that I thought were not possible. I've always been big tit lover yet, I can't stop about thinking about getting hold of those little A-cup boobs again.
The next morning I had a reply from Joni:
"Getting hot from reading emails may seem strange to most people, but I am hot and really want to be with you again soon. I read your email before going to bed. It feels so good that someone has those feelings for me like you are expressing.
After going to bed I laid next to John and thought of your soft tongue and hard cock. I love to use these dirty words with you now because I know how much it would distress him if he even knew I even knew of them.
I have the urge to run my fingers on my pussy as I write and pretend it is your face there with your mouth trying to take me inside you as I try to take you inside of me.
Last night I waited until John was asleep and traced my fingers over my cunt until I felt I would surely cum right there in the bed. As I thought more of you and your magnificent cock I pushed two fingers inside myself and quietly came without waking him.
I laid there the rest of the night with my own girl cum in my pussy mixed with what was left of yours and dreamed you were eating and fucking me.
Wishing our next time was near."
This was going all too well. I have never been so excited knowing I was waiting for sex and Joni has turned into an exact opposite of the little Mormon bride she had been for her entire life. There is no way her husband, nor could her children know, that she was getting some strange cock for another man. Then being with them while thinking of me putting my sperm inside her tummy.
I was giddy with her response and wrote my reply:
"Joni,
You are driving me crazy. All I can think of is being able to hold you again and doing the things I want to do with you. Knowing you are with your family when I really want to get to you and eat and fuck you silly is constantly on my mind.
My schedule this week has me moving between two crews at work. I am actually working the 4:00 PM shift, but can tell my wife I have to go in early to train some people on the day shift. Let me know any time you can make for us that will let us be together for a while.
I really need to kiss you, taste you, and be inside you."
Sure, I know it takes some time to get a response, but I find myself constantly checking my email. Later in the afternoon I heard from her: