Church Girls Gone Wild —A Church Wife’s First BBC

Taylor shares his good church wife with a 6'5" Black God.

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I lie face-down on the massage table, nothing but a thin white towel draped over my body.

The hotel room’s soft lighting casts gentle shadows as my heart pounds against the padded surface beneath me.

My husband, Taylor, sits in the corner armchair, his eyes fixed on me.

“You okay, Em?” he asks, his voice barely above a whisper.

I nod, but truthfully, I’m a tornado of emotions. Just this morning, I was posting wholesome family photos on Instagram, the perfect Mormon wife and mother. Now I’m waiting for another man, YOU, my tall, tattooed bull, to touch me while my husband watches.

Part of me wonders if this is a sin, if Heavenly Father is watching in disappointment. We prayed about this decision, Taylor and I, but the guilt still flutters in my chest alongside the excitement.

I’ve only ever been with Taylor, only felt his hands on my body. You will be the second man to see me naked, to touch my skin, to, my thoughts spiral, settled by a knock on the door.

“It’s open!” Taylor calls, his voice cracking slightly.