My Sunday school teacher wife & her sexy fantasies!

My long-legged 38yr old blond wife is slim, a bit of a flirt and very attractive.
Men love her to hang around her - their wives, not so much!....that kind of a female.
She really IS a 3rd grade Sunday school teacher....and the kids... and dads love her :-)

She will wear shortish skirts, a bikini, dance with men, etc. - but is very very conservative about most things. Does not like bad language, gratuitous sex or violence in movies.
But - give her two or 3 flutes of champagne....in front of the fireplace, stripped to her panties and my T shirt.....and she will disclose a remarkable side of herself!
From her mid-to-late teens - when her body began to awaken to sexual urges and those unwanted thoughts which accompany that time of a girl's life - she began to develop an active fantasy life.
Her parents are older - at 18 her Dad was 55. A big blond muscular Swede.
She said she can't remember for certain - maybe it was a story she read in a Penthouse mag she discovered under the couch at a house where she was baby-sitting....(she knows for certain that's where she first heard of 'double-penetration'!)
Or maybe it was from a sexy dream she had after playing hostess many times to her dad and his buddies at one of his weekly poker games. She was a great looking teen with her long tanned legs and little shorts "and being small breasted" (BUT with pouty nipples -me) - "I rarely needed a bra under my cotton tops."
She does remember enjoying the male attention as she circled these old guys all evening.....even when they started getting just a little 'naughty' from a bit too much drink.
I asked, "explain naughty"?
She laughed -"Oh, you know - peeking down my top when I leaned over them, or I'd catch them checking out my bottom when bending, or my nipples - when I couldn't help myself. Sometimes they'd hug me when I was standing beside their chair , "for good luck" - kind of fatherly - but with my breast pressing into their shoulder....or their hand slipping down to my hip....and rear."
"That had an effect on you?"
"Yes, when I went up to get ready for bed - my Dad would always call me back down to say 'good night' to him and his friends. I had this little shorty cotton top with lace at my navel and little yellow pajama short-shorts....which were much smaller than my walking shorts, and kind of rode nicely up my butt. I felt a little funny the first time - but I enjoyed the whistles - I have to admit. And I never agreed to kiss anybody but my Dad good night - no matter how much they pleaded!....and I managed to skip away from most of their hands reaching for a little fondle up my legs or bottom!"
"Most of their hands?"
"Well, yeah - old Bob would always get a nice feel of my .......well, my pussy - while I leaned over Dad for his kiss good-night. He'd just plant the palm of his hand right up between my legs - onto my mound, until I walked away and dragged it from between my thighs! When I was cumming I'd imagine that, if I turned around quickly while walking away - I'd catch bob smelling me on his hand!""
"Then..."
"Then...this is so embarrassing....by the time I was dressing in my nighty, before going down - I was already wet between my legs, from all their attention ...and from my vivid imagination! "You know - they could take you and rape you right on the card table!" I'd think."

"I'd go back to my room. Close my door and turn out my light. Push my bottoms off and roll onto my body pillow, clamp my thighs around it and fuck the living hell out of it!!...imagining those men gang raping me!"

"Ummm. 'Those men'?....ahh, your Dad?"
She looked me straight in the eye and replied, "YES, it was so naughty! all 4 of them! And I loved it - made me cum so many times on my pillow over the years. And yeah - the next morning I'd avoid eye-contact with my Dad at breakfast - the sexy rascal!"

Then she told me to fuck her.
I did.
Heck - I've got a hard-on right now just reliving her story.
(as a teen she also used to hump her pillow and fantasize being gang-raped by the entire high school football team on a bench in their locker room! She worried about that one. I told her I'd read that a lot of women fantasize about being gang raped when they're masturbating)

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