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Growing up in Africa, I always knew people thought I was pretty with my wavy light brown hair, big brown eyes, and solid little body. The Africans told me I was beautiful and their men all wanted me to be their wife. The American ladies commented on my pretty face and the young and old men looked at me with very excited eyes. It creeped me out a little but I also liked it. These were the men that came to Africa to tell people about the gospel and I truly revered them. If they wanted to touch my ass or breast a little as I passed by or hugged them, I felt honored. I sometime fantasized about Uncle Dan (we called the missionaries aunts and uncles) with his silver hair and strong but kind smile. I tried to hug him a lot and asked him to help me with things so that I could feel his touch and have his eyes on me. There was something irresistible about an older, powerful, important, man who has a lovely wife but loves me and chooses to be with me. He and the other uncles would pretend to tour the house and then ask me to show them room. They would close the door and I would do whatever they asked for.

Here’s my story. I was a missionary’s daughter and lived in Africa until I went to high school in a small Minnesota town. I felt very odd having never gone to an American school where everyone knew each other from grade school. First off, the kids were loud and swore and said rude things to each other. And then the girls wore some of the skimpiest clothes I’d ever seen. I had been taught that sex was evil unless you were married and then if you were married it was fine. I had been taught that looking at yourself in the mirror was prideful, selfish, and sinful. I was also told that boys were usually naughty and thought about sex too much. I could only imagine what the boys were thinking about the girls at school with their long legs exposed under miniskirts and sexy tank tops. Were they hoping that the strap of the tank top would fall down and two perfectly shaped breasts would land in their hands? Or were they thinking of having her lips run along their thigh, playing and teasing around their private place. If truth be told, I also wished that both of those things would happen.

Standing in the hall between classes I did some people-watching. One girl stood out to me with her dark brown hair, tight jean shorts and braless white tank top. She was laughing and talking with several of the jocks and every eye was going from her tits to her lips to her pussy and back. Whatever she was saying might as well have been muted because my pulse went into overdrive, I was immediately feeling the blood rush to my pussy, and my panties were now wet. The brunette tossed her hair and looked up into the guys eyes, thrusting out her breasts, and finally, pulling the tank top lower with a laugh, she showed them her beautiful breasts. They gathered closer and one was sucking her right breasts while another was unzipping her shorts, and another was twisting her left nipple and kissing her lips hard. Many in the hall stopped to watch and I noticed other girls taking their tops off, while the boys gathered round. And then it was chaos with everyone sucking and fucking each other in the hall. Oh wait! That was just my fantasy. I then watched her a little longer and noticed that she was actually a little embarrassed of all the attention and looked like a nice girl I wanted to know.

So mid-way through high school where all I was doing was dreaming about luscious, lovely hips and lips, I met a good Christian boy who wanted to be a preacher like my daddy. We went out until college and tried to keep physical contact limited and definitely no sex. One day we left the dorm and went to a friend’s house. While his friend was pretending to have gone to his room, I pulled up my skirt and bent over the couch with my ass exposed. My boyfriend pulled out his hard cock and played with it over my ass, drizzling his cum on me. His hand was in my slit, fingering in just the right places, his lips at my neck, whispering. Still bent over the couch, he put his cock deep inside me from behind, thrusting hard. I moaned and said “harder”. I turned around and my eyes met his friends who was standing by the door rubbing himself. I pretended not to see him but made sure I was in his line of site in every position so that he could watch me. Five weeks later I was pregnant and getting married to my boyfriend.

So we are here in Kansas, married with three kids, just kids ourselves, leading a youth group. And while I stood and explained to the group how sinful and evil sex is, I couldn’t help but notice the tall dark 18 year old looking at my legs in my red heels and short red dress. After the talk I made sure to catch his eye and call him over to discuss a volunteer position we had. He was eager to please and while his eyes were on my breasts, he told me that “I will be whatever you need me to be” and grinned. While hubby was off on church retreats and conferences, tall dark Ned was helping me with all sorts of things. We would take the kids to the park, make lunch together, lay the kids down for naps, and then find ourselves talking and laughing in my husband’s office. Next thing you know, he touches my breasts and I remove my bra, he grazes his hand along my pussy and I slip off my pants slowly. I jump up sitting onto the desk, and knock my wedding picture to the floor. I spread my legs wide and watch him place his perfect cock into me and every fiber in me is on fire and ready to burst.

On one of these nights, Ned and I were sitting on the couch touching each other and watching a movie when hubby got home early from the conference. We quickly jumped up as we heard the car pull into the drive and the lights shine through the windows. Clothes on straight, Ned is in the kitchen pretending to fix the garbage disposal and I am in the other room folding laundry as he walks in.

“Oh hi honey” we greet each other with affection. “Ned is here working on that broken garbage disposal” I said, hoping he would buy it.

“Oh that’s great! I haven’t had time to fix that and that’s such a great help” he said thinking “she thinks I bought it”. Just as he said that his eyes focused in on what I was wearing and he gave me a quizzical look. I looked down to see that I was wearing my see-through yoga pants and a hot pink exercise top that emphasized my nipples and barely covered my breasts.

“Oh! This outfit. You haven’t seen it? I started doing the 30 day yoga challenge and I thought having the right outfit would keep me motivated”. I said brightly.

Ned had walked into the room and joined in “Yes, she has been doing it almost every day and is amazing at it!” “Every day?” Hubby looked at Ned and began to notice that Ned couldn’t take his eyes off me and that I was loving it. He was curious to see how far this would go and asked to see some of the positions I had been working on. He encouraged Ned to help me with the different yoga positions and especially the backbend. I went into position with my knees on the ground, bent into a backbend, arms overhead and Ned’s hands under my back to support. After some time, Ned’s hands began to make their way to the front of my where he stroked my front side and focused in on my pussy. Hubby told me, Ned should take of my yoga pants. Ned began to pull down my pants and then looked at my hubby for the okay to proceed. While Ned tasted my pussy, I held my pose in a backbend with arms overhead. My husband came down to my level and began playing with my nipples and thrusts his cock in my mouth. With my husband fucking my mouth and Ned fucking my pussy, I came hard and then laugh and collapsed with a moan in pure bliss.

So now, our boring stressful marriage and involvement in church became a little more fun. I notice that more of the single attractive women were having counseling sessions and I just smile at my hubby. He notices that I have more service men at the house fixing things and he just smiles. We begin to have more couples our age over for small group church night. We can choose the couples we want in our group and so we go through the directory together and choose those who we think would have some fun with us. Very discreetly we hint at what we want the group to be, focused on the message of love, including physical love. By the time we have our first “meeting”, we have narrowed it down to three couples who seem to want to share some “freedom in God’s love”. We start out our meetings discussing how beautifully God has made us and how he wants us to be free. Laying on of hands, we interpreted a little differently and we believe that the healing comes through the hands. Soon my husband is asking us to remove one piece of clothing at a time and to notice and be thankful for our hands, our feet, etc. We are to turn to our left and our right and rub that area of your neighbor. We do this for every body part and soon I have one man to my left rubbing my breasts while the man to my right is rubbing my clit. Every meeting we go just a little further with our games. At one meeting when we are discussing yoga as a means of caring for body God gave us, the pastor, my husband’s boss walks in door. Just then my husband and I are demonstrating the back bend pose for release of tension and a symbol of openness. The pastor first stands with a shocked look on his face and then takes off his jacket. Getting on hands and knees he crawls over to my pussy and licks it like I’ve never had it. I surrendered to him.

Now we have been living this double life and it’s time to move on and get Healthy. We move to another state and get jobs as servers where now we only have to pretend on Sundays at church. On Sundays we put aside thoughts of fucking our neighbors the night before while we are in church. But there are so many hot women and horny men that our minds are planning more naughty parties. At someone points become strained and we find that are angry at each other about every little thing. Hubby starts to get mad at me because I haven’t been telling him about all of the guys like I usually do. He found out that my elderly boss was calling me in for a blow job every day and that I didn’t tell him. Our rule was that it was okay to do anything as long as we told each other everything. The truth was that I was humiliated about the situation and embarrassed to tell him.

Hubby turns into an evil villain and steals away my children, moving away and leaving me stranded. Of course I’m going to turn to the game and find some men. Now, he’s gone and it’s just me out there in the sexy whirlwind, with new men and women coming in the door as soon as another goes out. I decide to try every nationality, every age, every status, every economic and education level just to see if anything sticks. I’m just playing with them, fucking them, and moving them out as fast as I can. Some are amazing, others are nice, and most are just happy to be with a beautiful lady.

One day, the Prince arrives and gives me jewels and his very touch makes me melt. I love his face, his hands with long fingers, his strong chest, thick long legs, his perfect body. I admire that he is so careful about doing his laundry, caring for his parents, and flossing his teeth. He lifts weights at home instead of going to a gym, he believes in keeping and caring for old things, and he loves heartbreaking stories, songs, and movies. He adores his children beyond measure and he believes that I am precious, wise, hardworking, kind, intelligent, artistic, and loving. We have a blast hiking, cooking, biking, traveling, and listening to music. He writes me poems, makes me yell, laugh, scream and cry all at once. He fills my heart like no one has and then he’s gone. And I don’t know why.

So it’s me now and I feel like I’m in my prime because I’m old enough to understand what’s real and what’s not. Ready to realize that having fun and feeling good are part of the blessings we have in this short life. Ready to accept the fact that sex is not evil and that people just want to feel good. I’m ready to walk into a room with a fishnet mini-dress on with my nipples and my hair poking through and with my red high heels. To walk up to a couple and smile at both of them while she puts her fingers in my slit and he plays with my nipple. I kneel down and begin unbuttoning his pants and pulling out his heavy thick cock to suck and gag me while she watches.

I’m ready to get in a car with a couple guys with just a button down white shirt and some flip flops, heading to the nude beach. I expect at the beach to have men and women rub me with oil and jump waves with me naked. I want to bend over and make a sandcastle nude and then sit and cross my legs while everyone looks at my pussy.

I plan to wear a see-through top with no bra whenever a man comes to the house and to make sure he brushes up against my hard nipples. I plan to walk through the yard and lay out nude in my side yard for my older neighbor to see. I want to find couples who will play strip poker and swap with each other and play out naughty fantasies. I plan to meet the leaders in our community and wear very small dresses when I attend events so that they can’t take their eyes off me. I will find those men and win them over with my smile and my wit and my touch under the table while my breasts are bursting out of my dress right in front of them. I’ll find a way that my top opens enough for them to see my nipples or spread my legs so that they see my bare pussy. I will use sex to control men because men have the control. I will fuck married old important men because they are weak and their wives are smart enough to be with them and I’m smart enough to win their attention without marrying them.

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