I imagine Leeann not always faithfully stopping other men.
One day I was bored while alone at home. In the story "Naughty Leeann." several men had tried to get "in her pussy", but unsuccessfully (with one exception).
Those endings were all truthful, but I began to amuse myself by imagining new endings wherein the men were often not stopped at all. In my mind I changed the endings of about seven stories (as shown below) to suit my pornographic desires (i. e. to become erect!).
Sometimes when Leeann and I were in bed naked, I had tweaked her imagination as erotic foreplay. While I was kissing her all over and moving a finger or two deliciously around inside her body, I would mention a man we knew and ask her "what if" she had been alone with him, and "what if" the man had forcefully done so and so to her.
I could tell that she couldn't help picturing the naughty scene because she would blush. More sexier "what ifs," with the same man, and I continued on and on until her pussy became flooded as she ultimately imagined his hard cock entering her. The foreplay always went on until his stiff erection entered her body. Then I would fuck her, and after this particular kind of foreplay she always came.
But today she was visiting her mother.
In her absence I would imagine Leeann first being overcome sexually, then getting kissed on the mouth and breasts, and after becoming naked forcefully savaged, which never gave her anything but pleasure. I would end up as hard as an iron bar after each fantasy unless I masturbated.
I amused myself with fantasies on and off all afternoon. Admittedly that day I suggested that I might be a weird puppy. So sue me!
Leeann is a beautiful creature that oozes sex from every pore of her five foot three, blond, fuckable-looking body. She is easily aroused, often ending up hot but frustrated due to her fidelity to her wedding vows. But she HAS kissed other men, and her bare breasts are not untouched.
Although she came to our marriage a virgin, and in two decades she has been completely overcome sexually by another man only once, she has "come close" many times. That one time she was on vacation in Europe, and I had stayed home to work. After she got well fucked for hours by Mario, I forgave her, and she later refused a chance at a big "perfect cock" which restored my trust in her.
Later she was raped by two deacons from our church after they came to give her a lift to a church function, and her young nephew (whose presence would have furnished protection) had jumped out of their convertible at the last minute saying he decided not to go.
That was certainly not her fault, and the two men are currently in prison.
At first I didn't use much imagination in my fantasy changes to the stories, so as I tortured myself to jealous erection and sometimes emission with visions of Leeann being penetrated by various bastards, the new endings were not always detailed. But as I visualized them my excitement raged.
Fantasies that I imagined that afternoon:
#1 KISSING JIM, with my fantasy ending.
One day Leeann said, "Do you recall a few weeks ago right after Labor Day, I told you I had been approached by men several times in one week?"
I was feeling Leeann up on our couch, softly and unhurriedly. I had kissed her a bit and was 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 my chest. I said, "Now that you mention it, I remember. What made you think of that?"
Leeann said, "I need to tell you. Are you ready to listen?" Then she turned on her beautiful smile! I felt a little jealous fear, but asked her go ahead.
Leeann said, "Well, one Saturday a man pulled up beside my car and rolled his window down as I was stopped at a red light. I was curious, so I rolled my window down, too. I had been to Jazzercise and still had my tight outfit on. For some reason I had left home without a bra. I'm sure Jim (his name) could see where my nipples were jutting out against my top.
He said I looked pretty and could we 'spend some time together'. I told him, you should get your eyes checked, I'm too old for you, but he said that wasn't a problem.
He said we could go to dinner first, if I wanted. I was amused at being propositioned so cleverly. Men weren't ordinarily this direct! He boldly put his head through the window and his face in front of mine. I found myself focusing on his hypnotic pale blue eyes.
He leaned his head forward, and my hands went up to stop him. But instead I allowed him to gently push through and softly kiss me. After closing my eyes I accepted another delicious, protracted kiss, the softest I could remember.
I chastised Leeann, "Are you proud of yourself, kissing a strange man? Do you now have another 'boyfriend'?"
"That's not all. I haven't quite finished. I decided to push him away and come straight home, but Jim wouldn't give up, and we ended up going to his place. He fucked me."
#2 ENDURING MARTIN, with my ending.
After another day or two, Leeann said that she still had more to tell me about 'that week'.
A Hispanic customer at Grandy's Restaurant had started talking to her from a nearby table. The man, named Martin, came over to sit across from her in her booth. He had brought his coffee over as she was eating, and she smiled as he talked.
Martin, on the pretense of showing her a joke by writing on a napkin, moved over to her side of the booth, touching his shoulder to hers and 'accidentally' touching her bare leg.
As they were laughing together at his doodles on the napkin, he laid his hand on her knee then shockingly slid his hand up the inside of her thigh until he touched her shorts. Leeann felt paralyzed with surprise for a couple of seconds. As she hesitated, his fingers slipped inside the bottom of the shorts and against her panties!
She almost shouted for him to remove his hand. Martin removed it, but then became animated, saying, "I want to touch you, feel you, GET IN YOUR PANTS!"
Leeann wanted to just jump up and leave. But Martin's body was in her way. He said, "We could have privacy in my van. Come out and let's kiss for a while."
Leeann intended to say, "I'm married, and I'm leaving" but as she slid by him, she felt a big hardness brush against her tummy that made her suddenly change her mind.
Then she somehow found herself in his van. Within ten minutes she was lying on her back on his mattress. She was stripped with her legs spread, and Martin already had his long cock deeply inside her! He stroked her endlessly until she climaxed as he was filling her with an ocean of semen.
#3 LEARNING ABOUT PAUL, with my ending.
One day at my Racquetball Club I saw a small black man, getting into the hot tub, naked of course. Despite the stereotype of black men 'having a big one', this little man had a BIG PENIS! I later found out that Paul was a legend at the club. His dick looked so long that he must have had to FOLD IT to get it inside his jock.
What would happen if he got hard at that point! I didn't even want to think about it. Because of its great length, his penis didn't look overly thick, BUT IT WAS THICK! Actually, it was simply BIG, LONG and THICK, and rumor was he could give most any woman her Ultimate Orgasm.
Of course I couldn't wait to tell Leeann about this remarkable penis as soon as I got home. She seemed to be fascinated. I put that down to her trying to picture it. Also to the idea that most women welcome any legitimate story involving a penis.
The next night we ended up with Paul sharing our table in the Club Restaurant, because he came in right after we did but with no reservation. I'll skip the details, but Leeann met him, and we had a pleasant dinner.
As we left, Leeann managed to give Paul a goodby hug which included a rather wanton kiss on her part. As they embraced, her body molded itself tightly against him below the belt, and she smiled.
At home after I asked her what was going on with the hug, she replied, "I felt a Giant, Thick Penis, not a Cock, because it wasn't erect, but it seemed to continue forever down his pants leg."
#4 PLAYING WITH FIRE.
I got a chance to see her restraint tested. Our younger friend Mark ended up staying with us for a week. He had sold his condo and was waiting to move out of town. I told him not to waste money on a motel, we had plenty of room. His wife had died three years ago, and we were both very concerned about his lingering grief. Leeann felt especially sympathetic, but I hoped not too much. After all he was an attractive man.
One night to liven things up I started calling him Medium Mark. Leeann asked why say 'Medium' Mark. I said because he could guess the future. She said, "Bull," and did it have a sexual meaning. I admitted that it referred to his seven inches which was slightly longer and thicker than mine, but I laughed and added that she should think of his as a 'cock designed for stretching.'
Leeann said that was too much information, and besides I was probably making it up. Mark surprised us both by standing up and letting his lower clothing fall. He stood there with his soft penis hanging.
Leeann coolly said that it didn't look like seven inches. Mark said that it would if she would help.
