Journey Of A Mormon Wife

The following is a combination of true stories wrapped up into one from a number of friends belonging to the Mormon church.

I am Rebecca, a 42-year old married mother of four and lifelong follower of the Church of Latter Day Saints (a Mormon). Robert and I have been married a little over 20 years and have David (our 20-year old son finishing up a two year mission for the church), Lisa (our 17-year old daughter, a senior in high school and volleyball player), Kristen (our 15-year old daughter, a sophomore in high school) and Jonathan (our 14-year old son, a freshman in high school).

I was born and raised in the Mormon church. Every Sunday, I spent anywhere from four to six hours at our local ward. I was the fourth of five children and one of two daughters. From an early age, it was pounded into our brain females were on the earth to serve males. Raised in a smaller home, it was not uncommon to hear my father having sex with my mother through the walls. As I became older, I learned my mother never turned my father down when he wanted sex. If she was unable to have intercourse, my mother used her mouth to satisfy my father. This included a few times when they were caught by myself or my brothers or sisters. More than once, I walked into their room to see my Mom on her knees, my father’s hands wrapped around her head and driving his penis down her throat. My parents were never ashamed when caught, just continued until my dad released his load. I was taught both in the home and in the church females were placed on earth by God to satisfy men.

My first sexual experience took place at age 15. After a football game, I was behind the bleachers and kissed my first boyfriend. Someone saw us and it was reported to one of the church elders. I was called in on a Tuesday night to speak with him. He demanded I explain my actions and who the boy was. My boyfriend was not Mormon and I told the elder we just kissed, nothing else. The elder sat beside me on the couch and demanded I show how far the kissing went. He reached around, grabbing me by the shoulder and brought me closer. He then started to kiss me, just on the lips at first and then forcing his tongue into my mouth. He kept asking if this is what I did with my boyfriend. I tried to explain I never tongue kissed my boyfriend but he held me tighter, demanding to know exactly what we did. At some point, the elder grabbed my hand in his own, placing both on his crotch. He was using my hand to rub his hard on and I could feel his cock was hard. He finally let go of my hand, unzipped his pants and took his cock out. I had seen my brothers’ dicks but never something like this. He again grabbed my hand, wrapping my fingers around his cock and started to make me jack him off. In only a minute or two, his cum shot out, coating my hand. The elder handed me a couple tissues, told me to clean up my hand.

The relationship with this 30-something man of the church continued throughout my high school years. I was ordered to see him every week or two. Each and every time, I told him about my dates with guys and each and every time, he had me jack him off. For the last year I saw him, he used my mouth to make him cum. Maintaining my virginity until marriage was important to the church so he never did fuck me, never coming close to breaking my hymen.

The only person I ever told about what was happening behind the doors of the church was my best friend, Katy. Katy was also Mormon and attended the same ward as I. It had been happening for about a year when I told her during one of our many sleepovers at each other’s house. We were in my room and alone as my sister was gone. It was late and we were talking about how great marriage was going to be when we became older and how well we would treat our husbands. We talked about how great sex was going to be with our husbands and how we would do whatever our husbands wanted to please God and our husband. I blurted out what had been happening with the youth leader. Katy was not surprised at all when I told her.

She looked at me and admitted the same thing had been going on with her and him for the past two years. He had, in fact, been taking pictures of her in bra and panties and later, nude. He also had pictures of her rubbing her pussy.

We were giggling about all of it until I finally asked her to show me what he made her do during the pictures. Katy went and locked the bedroom door and took off her tshirt and panties. She laid on my bed, spread her legs and started to rub her pussy. Katy had bigger tits than me and she was pulling on the nipples, making them hard. She started to moan and I could see her pussy was becoming wet. She grabbed my hand, placing it down on her pussy and told me to rub her. My own pussy was becoming wet as I rubbed her. I stripped off my own tshirt and panties and with my other hand, played with myself. We played with each other for about 15 minutes before we each had what we thought were orgasms. We were both soaked and the room smelled like sex as we laid there naked. We snuggled under the covers, naked and held each other.

Out of the blue, Katy asked if I had seen my brother’s cock. I said sure, when you are in a small house, you see each other naked by mistake all the time. Katy asked if he had a big dick and I said I did not know as was never hard. Katy said she thought my brother had a big cock and would love to see it hard. I giggled and said it was gross to think of my brother with a hard on. We both fell asleep, naked and cuddling each other.

Next Chapter: End of my teen years and the first years of marriage