I had kind of made a "Deal with the Devil" with Joni's sister Tami. You know, the kind where you sell your soul later for something really good now. I know changing for loyalty from Joni will probably bite me in the ass later. Yet, Tami's position as the Bishop's wife put her a level above Joni. A level, Hell. Mormon's jump when the Bishop says jump and Tami takes the same power over the Relief Society ladies.
As a note, as most don't know squat about the LDS Church, the Relief Society is the women's branch of the church. Men do the Priesthood rituals and old Joseph Smith tossed the ladies a bone by creating the Relief Society to sew and quilt and, in general, do charity with the membership.
Being the Bishop's wife has about the same power in the Relief Society as being the President of the PTA at your local school. Having a bunch of uptight cunts as members makes a lot of potential makes them a challenging group, but having my black cock loving Tami at the head of this bunch can make it really interesting.
So, our pact, Tami and I, is that I don't let Joni know what we are doing. With Tami having the time of her life with Derek and Anthony she hasn't given much interest in fucking me again. Lucky for me she seems to prefer my boss, Derek, over Anthony. Her comment to me is, "The black boy really knows how to fuck." I guess Anthony relies more on size than technique in his relations with the ladies.
I got a call from Tami saying she wants me to meet a friend of hers. To me that means another Mormon Chick looking for strange dick. Which in turn means I are being lined up to get some more LDS pussy. I got the invite to meet her the following afternoon before work. The three of us will meet at one of Tami's listings. Not sure of the neighborhood I got an early start and found that Tami and her friend were already at the house.
The for sale sign was in front of a very upscale house in a trendy subdivision. The story would be if anyone asks would be that I am the friend's husband and we are interested in buying. Tami saw me pull up and was at the door to greet me.
"Come on in. Linda is inside. The owners of the house are retired and will be gone a couple of months in their motor home. We'll have it to ourselves unless a neighbor gets nosey."
This place was pretty grand inside. Not that my standards are so high, but compared to the dump Tami took us to when she fucked Anthony this was a palace. Maybe Tami wanted to degrade herself a little more while going for the monster black cock.
"Linda, this is my friend I was telling you about." Tami introduced us without giving my name. Probably a really good idea. I thought of using an alias, but this just added to the mystery. "Linda and I have been best friends forever. The friend I could talk to about wanting some strange cock and have her want to try some, too."
Linda was beauty pageant pretty. Not the kind that would be the winner or the runner up, but among the favorites. You know the type, lots of blond hair, great smile, shiny teeth, really nice rack, and the kind of ass you wouldn't mind if she settled it down on your face and just stayed there and wiggled it against your mouth until you pass out from lack of air. And, this was a Mormon blonde. I didn't know there was any other kind of Mormon, but both Joni and Tami had darker hair.
"To get to the point, I confided in Linda that I tried some strange cock," Tami winked at me, "I described in detail how hot it got me and how hard you made me cum. I best of all, fucking around on the Bishop. Linda loved the idea and wanted to get for some herself and asked me to borrow you. She knows about my fucking black cock and may want to try that, too."
Linda looked like she wanted to hide as she seemed shocked about how casually Tami could reveal this to me. But, in spite of the embarrassment, you could see the anticipation in her eyes and she exuded a smoldering urge to get fucked by someone other than her husband. She had me ready.
"Tami sure gets to the point," Linda smiled at me, "Maybe we can get acquainted later, but right now can we just do it? My husband is a pompous bastard like the Bishop and I've been wanting to fuck someone else just to spite him for about the last ten years. You look like you could be just what I've been needing."
Linda stood up. I was surprised at how tall she actually was. She must be five ten, maybe five eleven. She put her arms around my neck and gave me a long lasting kiss with lots of tongue. What I like to call a "fuck me, and fuck me now" kind of a kiss.
"Yeah, that was good. The butterflies left my stomach and moved down a little bit, to about here." Linda took her had and made a motion just above her pussy. She sure warmed up fast.
I fondled her tits while we were kissing. She was wearing the full blown "Mormon Armor", or more daintily put her "garments" along with a pretty rigid bra. Linda stepped back and took off her blouse. I started to take off my shirt.
"No, leave it on. Sit down. I'm feeling slutty. Tami tells me I'd like to feel slutty. I think she is right about that."
I sat down, edging backwards into a chair that I was hoping was there from memory, because I wasn't taking my eyes off Linda. She undid a button on her long skirt, unzipped a zipper and let it drop to her feet. Then she kicked it into my lap and decided to retrieve her blouse and toss that to me as well.
I have no idea how Mormon men feel when they see their bride in her garment. It reminds me of the old fashioned swimsuits women wore in the 1890's. And, it make me hard as hell to imagine what she looks like under it while knowing it is a sacred garment that is to preserve the purity of their marriage and tell the world hands off. It just makes wanting to fuck a woman wearing garments all the more incredible knowing what I am seeing is supposed to be for her husband only.
Linda looked really good. She took her hands and ran them all over herself through the garment. Running her hands over her breasts, along her hips, and even over her tummy just above her pussy mound. She was doing an LDS version of an awkward striptease for me that would have made me laugh if my mind was still in charge instead of my pecker.
"So, what do you think? Do you want some of this?" Linda came over and slid over my legs facing me with her boobs about a foot from my face and her pussy just inches from my cock that was by then trying to find its own way out of my pants. Again, I think every thing she ever saw she thought was wicked she was trying to do for me in a decidedly quirky Mormon way.
We shared another really hot kiss while she straddled my lap, near the end she reached down and rubbed my cock through my pants. "Oh, did I do that to you?"
"Yes, you did. How did you learn to be so sexy?"
"I just thought up a bunch of things I knew would kill my husband if he found out I did them and now I am doing them to you."
"Well, they just might kill me, too!"
"Let's hope it doesn't. Tami says you're pretty good with that thing. I wouldn't want you to die until I find out if cheating on my husband will be worth it."
Tami had settled back in a chair where she could watch us and keep an eye on the door. She was enjoying every detail.
"What now?" I asked.
"Let's see how you look naked."
"Okay, you, too"
