Alma doesn’t know what wrong with her. She loves her husband. She loves her sister wives. She loves her son, Eli. With all of this love at home, she should be satisfied. So why can't she get enough? When she goes to church one Sunday, she finds that a new missionary has been called to serve in her ward. He’s an innocent, baby-faced boy. The moment Alma lays eyes on him, she knows that she has to have him, whatever the consequences. Sweet as he looks, she can read the sexual energy in his eyes. Is he a virgin? Or did he have sex before his mission? Either way, she can sense all the repressed lust radiating from the boy, and she knows sex with him would be filthy and rough. After sacrament meeting, she approaches the boy and introduces herself, casually slipping in to the conversation that she’ll be alone in the church on Wednesday to clean. She can see the missionary take the hint. He keeps eye contact a moment longer than he needs to, smiles, and goes on his way. He knows her husband from priesthood meetings, and while he’s embarrassed to be so attracted, he also thinks that Alma may be his favorite sister wife of the bunch. Wednesday takes forever to come. Alma wants to taste the boy’s cock, she wants to press his sweet little face into her wet pussy, and most of all she wants to ride his dick, she wants him to mount her and fuck her hard. Something tells her that the boy, with all of his pent up desire, is really going to jackhammer her. And when the day arrives, she heads to the church in the afternoon. She doesn’t have to wait long for her missionary to show up, alone, a wicked smile on his face. She can almost taste his cum already.