All About Leeann

CHAPTER 1

Please, meet Leeann. 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 Leeann was a virgin before our marriage of seventeen years. I guess that was a lucky result of marrying so young, because Leeann 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.

Leeann has never been unfaithful. Never unfaithful as she sees it, but she does get aroused, and not always by me. This means that although her sweet pussy has never ever felt another finger or mouth or cock, she has kissed other men and sometimes more. I call them her 'boyfriends' or sometimes 'damn boyfriends'.

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 doesn't really do anything too inappropriate, but as the male hugs her, as soon as his hands touch her back she just plasters her belly and tits against him, and stays that way until he ends the hug.

Sometimes she volunteers a not-so-innocent kiss that makes my cock stir. After which her breathing becomes heavier, but no one else seems to notice.

I sometimes get a hurt and jealous feeling in the pit of my stomach when she is up tight against a man's body, especially if they share a kiss! I don't like her doing that, even if it is in front of me. But I start to get hard anyway.

I wondered why she responds to a man's hug in such an abandoned way. I finally realized that she is excessively responsive to touch, especially while being embraced, and apparently can't help it. Even when I put my arm around her waist or pat her on the bottom, she presses against me and reaches up to be kissed.

When a male pursues her, she starts out reserved and very reluctant, but once she is embraced, everything changes, and she thaws out quickly. I wonder if the man knew to tenaciously maintain the embrace while thoroughly feeling her up, whether Leeann might get carried away and let him go too far. Just a thought.

I once imagined Leeann 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 will go too, but they don't hear me. She does not have her cell phone, and so is unreachable.

Next I imagine that the men have Leeann 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 had been reluctant as they parked outside and were guiding her into the motel room, but then one of them hugged her tightly and gave her a kiss while the other one put his arm around her waist. Then they just kept walking her the short distance to the room.

Once inside she felt four hands removing her clothes and caressing her body all over while two mouths repeatedly kissed her lips, face and neck. Then they were all sitting on the side of the King sized mattress, and the men were seeing what she looks like completely naked.

In the bed both men have huge hard-ons tenting the sheet. One man kisses her lips softly and cups a naked breast. The other man plays with the nipple of her other breast and lays his hand on her lower belly, rubbing it.

She knows what is going to happen now. They are going to fuck her all afternoon! Then they will drop her off at home with her pussy leaking semen after she has experienced countless orgasms!

Visualizing this, I feel helplessly erect even though this scenario is unlikely to ever happen.

After a few years Leeann 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 Leeann 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:

If Leeann becomes aroused by some man's pursuit, she may go somewhere alone and, with her eyes closed, deliberately arouse herself more with daydreams of doing forbidden things with her 'new boyfriend' that stretch her marriage vows.

Those daydreams often involve forbidden kisses and nipples being teased to erection. What about being fingered or fucked in the daydream? Sometimes. She admits that she tries to make herself hotter and hotter, often needing my cock.

She never feels guilty during these daydreams. She says that because of them she's not as tempted to allow other men too many liberties. She wondered that with all her temptations how she had kept her most serious Wedding Vows all these seventeen years! It seemed to her like a small miracle.

Also, in her sleep at night, an earlier arousal may trigger involuntary, naughty dreams full of daring adventures far outside her vows. She has these erotic dreams often. Have you ever had an erotic dream? Mine are rare, and often fuzzy and vague, but hers contain vivid detail and taboo doings with some man.

One day Leeann 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 Leeann 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?"

Leeann 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.

Leeann 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. For some reason I had left home without a bra. I'm sure Jim (his name) could see where my nipples pushed out against my top."

"Jim 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 was shocked and aroused at being propositioned so cleverly!"

"I don't know why, but I became excited! I started to drive away, but then I felt I had to pull over and calm down. He saw me pull over and quickly parked his car behind mine and rushed up to my window which was still down.

He saw my wedding rings, but still said, 'We could go to my apartment, and I would give you more pleasure than you have ever known.' I blurted out, 'That's impossible!'"

While thoroughly eyeing my breasts and body, he said, "I wonder what you'd be like in bed." I replied, "I'm neat as hell, but you'll never find out." But, then I wondered what he'd be like in bed!

"He stood there for a second, then reached his head through the window and brought his face in front of mine. I felt mesmerized while looking into his piercing blue eyes.

He leaned slowly forward toward my lips. I put my hands up to stop him, but he just pushed through my hands and softly kissed my lips. John, I liked it. I'm not supposed to like it, I'm married!

He kissed me a few times using his tongue, and I hugged and kissed him so willingly that he must have thought that I would fuck him!

Then he became bolder and tried to slide his hand inside my top! For a second I wanted to feel his hand on my bare breast, but I stopped him by pushing firmly against his chest. Then I surprised him by saying I had to go."

I never like anyone else kissing her. I asked Leeann, "Are you proud of yourself, kissing a strange man that way? Do you now have another 'damn boyfriend'?"

She said, "I have rarely let any man do something like that since we married. But John, I got so aroused from what he did that while driving home I parked the car again, closed my eyes, and imagined Jim baring my breasts and sucking my nipples while I held my hands in his hair. I started rubbing and pinching them myself!

Finally my breasts felt so good I wanted to reach down and squeeze his penis. During the daydream I was rubbing myself and almost came!"

I thought, "RARELY?"

I put my hand into Leeann'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 Leeann'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, but stayed all the way in, 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 stopped and reversed himself.

Then he moved his leg forward again, and after my legs opened, he gripped me tightly with both his arms and pressed his thigh against my vagina.

I had on just a thin skirt over bikini panties, and he was pushing firmly, giving me shivers of raw pleasure. Then he leaned in and began giving me hard kisses.

Maybe because his thigh was stimulating me, I don't know why, I eagerly kissed him back! I was so aroused, I couldn't wait for us to get home so you could finish me!

You could have come back any second, but that just made it more exciting. We kept kissing until a couple of minutes before you returned, I became soooo wet that any man, even a stranger, would have gone completely in on the first stroke.

Ben hasn't called, so I guess he's waiting for me to call, which I won't ever do. Now please continue what you were doing!"

I said, "Don't be too hard on yourself, Leeann. Together we'll figure it out. I love you more than ever." But I wondered at Leeann letting another 'new boyfriend' do so much without stopping him. As I resumed stroking, I felt much harder, but jealous, thinking about Leeann making out with Ben!

CHAPTER 3

After another day or two, Leeann 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.

As they were laughing together at his doodles on the napkin, he laid his hand on her knee then shockingly slid his hand so high up the inside of her bare thigh, he touched her shorts.

As his hand was moving toward her shorts, sliding along her naked thigh all the way, Leeann felt paralyzed for a couple of seconds. As she hesitated, he slipped his fingers up under the edge of her shorts so far that she felt his stiff fingers touch her panties.

When she almost shouted for him to remove his hand, Martin moved his hand away, but then became animated, saying, "Leeann, I want to touch you, feel you, GET IN YOUR PANTS!"

Leeann jumped up to leave, although she had not finished her meal. But Martin's body was blocking her. He said, "We could have privacy in my van. Come out and let's kiss for a while."

Leeann said, "That is out of the question, I'm married," but then, not having cooled down, she went into the Ladies Room and proceeded to tease herself all the way to juicy arousal by picturing herself in his van.

She couldn't imagine all the details, but knew that within ten minutes of getting into his van she would somehow be lying on her back on Martin's mattress (he was bound to have a mattress). She would be stripped with her legs spread, and Martin would have his long cock deep inside her!

Increasingly aroused, she shivered at that thought, but then pictured him stroking inside her repeatedly until that image worked her into the sexual frenzy she desired.

She felt herself climax just as he was filling her with an ocean of semen. Coming out of her erotic daydream, she was still immune to Martin's actual advances, but she badly needed a penis (JOHN'S penis, she amended)!

Outside, Martin insisted on walking her to her car, "for her safety." Leeann, still aroused from her daydream, wondered who would keep her safe from Martin. Before she could open her car door, Martin took hold of her waist and kissed her while pressing his erection against her belly and unintentionally pinning her against the car.

Leeann had no way to retreat or even move! She couldn't help it, feeling his hardness against her belly got her even more aroused than she had been.

Martin lowered himself in order to bury his face between Leeann's breasts, which had the unintended result of causing Leeann's vagina, which by now really needed a penis (JOHN'S penis, she again amended), to pulse from the shock of Martin's erection accidentally banging into it and sort of 'knocking at its door' through a mere quarter-inch of now almost unwelcome fabric.

All this unnerved Leeann who struggled to disengage herself without further stimulation to her hot, wet vagina, and finally jumped into her car and drove away.

She had been affected so much by Martin's actions that her underwear was soaked. Her pussy had gotten hotter and hotter and now she DESPERATELY NEEDED A COCK!

But when she got home John wasn't there, and luckily for John, neither were any of her 'boyfriends' around, so she had to quickly undress and take care of herself!

Later when she asked what I thought about her adventure. I said "You didn't do much yourself, but you stayed around and gave him opportunities."

Even after he had fingered her panties, she had still let him walk her to her car. And why did she tease me by saying it was lucky for me that no 'boyfriends' were around? She WAS teasing wasn't she? She'd better watch out. I didn't need her fucking some 'boyfriend' because she was too turned on!

CHAPTER 4

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! In fact, Paul was a legend at the club. His looked so long that he must have had to FOLD IT to get it inside his jock.

God knows 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. Actually, it was simply HUGE!

Of course I couldn't wait to tell Leeann about his 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 want to hear any legitimate story involving a penis.

The very next night we were eating at the Club Restaurant which was not that large, when a coincidence happened that may be hard to believe. Paul came in to eat right after we did, but he had not made a reservation and as the place was full, I asked him to join us at our table.

Leeann initially looked uncomfortable. I figured that an unbidden image of his penis might be invading her imagination! But, she recovered nicely and was her usual gracious self during the meal.

Paul was only a little taller than Leeann and slender if not actually small, although he was in great shape. He and Leeann seemed to enjoy talking about literature, which was her major and one of her favorite topics. Leeann put away two glasses of wine, unusual for her.

As we left, Leeann maneuvered to give Paul a goodbye hug which ended up including a rather wanton, sexy kiss on her part. As his arms first encircled her, I was not at all surprised to see her mold her body tightly onto his body, especially below the belt.

I knew what she was doing, and I wondered how much of his extraordinary penis she managed to memorize with her pussy and belly! I guess now she has a new 'hung boyfriend'.

We got home and, I couldn't wait to tease her about Paul. I undressed her and easily penetrated her, because she was already dripping wet. Had she deliberately hugged him to feel his penis? Was the kiss to give her more time against him?

She first said, "Of course not, what do you think of me?" then she laughed and described their hug, "Yes, I did want to feel it, and I would call it a BIG, THICK PENIS, not a COCK, because it was soft."

"Maybe I felt it all, or maybe I felt just the first eight inches or so, because it seemed to continue down his pants leg."

Would she like to see it sticking straight up, reaching for the sky? Feel it with her hand? Lick it? If she wanted, we could ask him to come over and watch us make love, and afterward he would probably let her get him hard and feel his cock any way she wanted to.

Would she like to try to take it inside her? I expected Leeann to stop my questions immediately. She knew what I was doing, putting naughty pictures in her head, but she smiled as though enjoying our little game.

I increased the naughtiness. Going deeper into her, I told her to say, "Fuck me deeper than my husband can, Paul." She hesitated, but then said, "Go as deep inside me as you can, Paul." On each and every one of my next long slow strokes, Leeann groaned loudly and in tempo, so I knew that it was the image of Paul's cock that was setting a new fantasy-depth-record inside Leeann.