Sometimes pursued, always faithful.
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This is a version of "All about Leeann" for those readers who want a totally faithful wife in the story. Unfortunately the husband is still a pervert! Many more of the incidents in this version are true.
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CHAPTER 1
Please, meet Lou Ann. I hope the following introduces you to my fascinating wife and gives you at least a little insight into what it is like to know her. Love her or hate her, she is never boring. I wish you could talk to her, and, maybe she would give you a hug. Enjoy.
My wife Lou Ann was a virgin before our marriage of seventeen years. I guess that was a lucky result of marrying so young, because Lou Ann blossomed into a beautiful creature that just oozed sex from every pore of her five foot three, blond, delicious-looking slender body.
She volunteers at two charities and two museums. I suspect that because of her they gain many more male volunteers, at least it seems that way. She window-shops constantly, and often has lunch with her female friends from school. But, she seems to accidentally meet a lot of men.
Lou Ann has never been unfaithful. In any way. But she does get pursued. This means that although her sweet pussy has never ever felt another finger or mouth or cock, other men have tried to tempt her. She reacts kindly, but realistically, knowing that any compromise is unwise.
I soon learned to expect men of all ages to go out of their way to pursue her despite her wedding rings. They give her obvious adoration while checking out her ass and legs, not to mention her medium-sized but perfect tits with sensitive nipples!
She has been approached a lot while always looking imminently fuckable.
If we hug another couple goodbye, she keeps it real. No taking little liberties. She never responds in an inappropriate way.
I sometimes make myself hard by imagining some sexual situation involving her and another man that would be frankly impossible. I wonder if that is some form of masochistic behaviour. She is no prude, just a rational, faithful wife.
With me, her husband, it is different. When I put my arm around her waist or pat her on the bottom, always in private, she presses against me and reaches up to be kissed.
When a male pursues her, she very quickly becomes reserved and very reluctant, and stays that way. Any further pursuit by him would be a total waste of his time.
I once actually dreamed about Lou Ann sitting in an older convertible on the right of a male driver while another man and her young nephew sat in the back seat. They are giving her and her nephew a ride to some church activity. I am staying home. She is quite dressed up and to me looks beautiful but vulnerable. I feel anxious, but the presence of her nephew should protect her completely.
As they are about to leave the boy says, "I think I'll stay home", and jumps over the side of the car. The man in back immediately opens the door and gets into the front seat with her, and they drive away.
She is squeezed tightly between the two men on an old-fashioned bench seat. I start to wave and shout that I want to go too, but they don't hear me. She does not have her cell phone, and so is unreachable.
In my dream the men have Lou Ann stripped completely and between their bodies, all of them in some motel room, lying in bed on their backs, naked and covered by just a sheet! She knows what is going to happen now. They are going to fuck her all afternoon! This is painful to me and totally impossible, but I have an erection.
After a few years Lou Ann didn't exercise as much, but I never complained. She was still great looking and dynamite in bed. She had just slowed down a little. Hell, that last part describes me pretty well, too.
Men always tried to talk to her, and I kidded her that she is probably so good at conversation because strange men give her so much practice conversing! Those bastards may enjoy her conversation, but I know they are 'chatting up' a sexy woman they would like to fuck!
In the last few months Lou Ann has devoted herself to exercising and eating right. She lives at the Gym and cooks Vegan a lot. She finally got back down to the weight she was when we married, and regained her perfect fuck-me shape! Before, she had been attractive, but now she would give a hard-on to a statue!
She and I are so close that we tell each other everything. That is how I know all of what follows:
Lou Ann never becomes more than mildly aroused by some man's pursuit, and she would never let herself have naughty daydreams. She would find that repulsive.
However one time about ten years ago she saw a man at a high school reunion. In school she had never dated him or been interested in him, but upon looking at him from a distance, she unbelievably had a pleasant physical reaction in her vagina which she could never explain or understand. But nothing else happened.
She has never had a problem keeping ALL her Wedding Vows all these seventeen years! It is because she takes them seriously. She never has naughty dreams, either.
One day Lou Ann said, "Do you recall a few weeks ago right after Labor Day, I told you that several men had approached me recently?"
I am John, and I was engaged in feeling Lou Ann up on our couch, softly and unhurriedly. I had kissed her a bit and was currently running my hands gently over her arms and breasts. I had massaged her shoulders then I leaned over and licked her ear and the side of her neck.
My caresses carried no urgency for us to move to the bedroom. She began caressing me, and was rubbing her hand on my chest. I said, "Now that you mention it, I remember. What made you think of that?"
Lou Ann said, "There are things I haven't told you yet. Are you ready to listen?" Then she turned on her beautiful smile! I felt a little jealous fear, but asked her go ahead.
Lou Ann said, "Well, one Saturday a man pulled up beside my car and rolled his window down as I stopped at a red light. I was curious, so I rolled my window down, too. I had been to Jazzercise and still had my outfit on.
"Jim (his name) said that I looked pretty and could we 'spend some time together'. I said, you should get your eyes checked, I'm too old for you," but he said that was not a problem."
"He said we could go to dinner first, if I wanted. I felt that he had propositioned me cleverly, but I said, "No, thanks" and drove away. I guess any woman likes to know that she is still attractive.
I put my hand into Lou Ann's blouse on her naked breast and caressed her gently and lovingly for a long time, still with no urgency. Then I spent another few minutes kissing her and gently rubbing her pussy through her clothes. She said, "John, you are the sweetest man."
CHAPTER 2
At bedtime after we undressed, I got between Lou Ann's legs and, with little foreplay, pushed into her. She moved her hips up in response, but then asked me to stop for a minute saying, "I need to tell you something else that happened. You won't be angry will you?"
I needed to hear anything that she was prepared to tell me, so I stopped moving, and quickly reassured her. She continued, "You and I were taking a private dance lesson from Ben. You know, the Tango. It was just the three of us."
"There is a part where Ben places his leg between my legs during the dance. I turn a little and open my legs, so he doesn't actually touch me. It is meant to be suggestive, but that is part of the dance.
Well, you had gone to the rest room about five minutes before the break, and Ben immediately decided we would practice the Tango. At the proper point in the dance he placed his leg between mine, but then he reversed himself and stopped.
I sensed that something was wrong, so I stepped away, and Ben had to start the step over. He did it correctly the next time."
Ben never makes a dancing mistake. He is a good-looking man originally from Cuba who had been around sexually. I wondered if he had been up to something. If so, it had fizzled out!
CHAPTER 3
After another day or two, Lou Ann said that she still had more to tell me about 'that week'. A Hispanic man at Grandy's Restaurant had started talking to her from a nearby booth. The man, named Martin, then came over to sit across from her in her booth. He had brought his coffee over as she was eating and they kept talking.
Martin starting complimenting her on her articulate way of speaking, then on her good looks. He seemed sincere, although she knew men were not always sincere when pursuing a woman. She thought, "What is with it this week? This is the third man coming on to me."
Martin, on the pretense of showing her a cute joke by writing on a napkin, moved over to her side of the booth, brushing his shoulder against hers.
