Accidental Fantasy

Accidental Fantasy
By: slyfox (fantac65@hotmail.com)

ACCIDENTAL FANTASY

She'd never met the man, but he was about to change her life forever. Fantasy or reality or perhaps a little of each? Who knows the limits of the power of our minds?

It had to be the freakiest of freak accidents. Both cars ran the red light, trying to beat the yellow light. They came together right in front of me, sending both cars skidding towards mine. I slammed on my brakes and braced for the impact. Thankfully, my car received just a mild bump as they came to a stop.

People were running from everywhere and while it must have been several minutes, it seemed like only seconds before sirens could be heard in the distance. An officer had me move my car to the curb and I sat there, shaking, with my head on the steering wheel. I wasn't hurt, just frightened and relieved that they missed me. My whole body shook as I realized how close I had come to being in a major accident.

Suddenly, a rather attractive man of about thirty-five or so appeared at my window and inquired as to my safety. I told him that I wasn't hurt, but he insisted on checking my pulse. As he held my wrist, a strange feeling, a warmth if you will, came over me. I can't explain it, I just had felt totally at ease with this stranger. I had no fear or anything. It was as though I had known him all of my life. Obviously, my pulse was racing and he suggested that I needed to get out of the car and stretch so I could take a few deep breaths, which I did. To tell you the truth, it helped a lot. As I stood there, I noticed that he was staring at me. I'm certainly no beauty, far from it, but I'm happy with myself. I was grateful, though, that I wore my favorite outfit. Medium blue slacks and matching jacket top with a light blue blouse under it. With my auburn hair and brown eyes, I looked great.

When he offered to buy me some coffee while they cleared the wreckage and cleaned the street, I gladly accepted. The coffee shop was just a few yards from my car and I could sit by the window and keep an eye on it in case the police wanted it moved. I ordered a cappuccino while he just had regular coffee. He was good at getting me to talk and I soon found myself telling him about my family and I felt the stress leave my body. I told him of my ailing husband and his long recovery. I told him of the affect that his illness had on our daughter who was sixteen and had been putting on weight because she ate when she was worried.

As we left the coffee shop, he walked to my car with me. He took my hand as I got in and smiled. "You're husband will be fine in about a month," he said. "He's a lot stronger now and you'll see a big difference in him when you get home."

"How could you possibly know that?" I asked.

"I have a kind of sixth sense about it," he replied. " Talk to your daughter. She's only about fifteen pounds overweight. Tell her to eat one of these a day and to watch what she eats and she'll be lean and mean in about three months." He handed me a package of Mint-O-Licious butter mints, something she loves, but these were an unusual color, almost a teal blue. "Only one a day," he said,"or it won't work."

"I wish I could lose weight that easily," I remarked.

He smiled at me and patted my hand. "I wouldn't worry about that," he said. "Besides, your clothes wouldn't fit and your pants would fall off."

"I didn't mean instantly," I replied, "just easily."

"You'll be fine," he said, "it just takes time."

He turned to walk away, but then something suddenly occurred to me. "Wait," I called, spinning around, "How do you know my daughter?" People in the area stared at me a bit strangely. There was no one there. A few minutes later, an officer came over to take my statement. Then he told me that I could leave and just stop down at the police station at my convenience to sign it when it was completed.

It was hot in the car, and I slipped off my jacket before I pulled away from the curb. For one reason or other, I became aware of my blouse feeling like it belonged to someone else. I had never noticed how loose the sleeves were on my arms and when I looked in the rear view mirror at a light, the whole blouse looked baggy and ill fitting Strange, I always thought that blouse made me look great.

When I arrived at the house, I put my car keys in my purse and suddenly found an envelope sticking up from the top of it. Puzzled, I opened it and found a short note. "Be warned. It can be very embarrassing when your pants fall off ." I laughed because I thought that he had just wanted to make me feel good. When I got out of the car, however, I felt that I needed to grab at my belt, thinking that perhaps it or something else had broken..

I managed to get into the house without any incidents and after greeting my husband briefly, I went into the bathroom to look in the full length mirror. My God, I looked like I had lost ten pounds. Nothing seemed to fit right. I couldn't wait to see what I looked like naked. My daughter was at school so I did something quite bold, at least for me it was. I stripped everything off and looked at my reflection in the mirror and liked what I saw. In fact, I liked it a lot. I was so horny, I was wishing my husband could make love to me, right then and there, but it had been many months since he'd been strong enough for any attempt at that. I sighed and dressed, running a brush through my hair before going in to the den to see how his day had gone.

I kissed him and told him I loved him, then asked how his day went.

"I guess it depends on how you look at it," he replied.

"Why is that?" I asked.

"It was so strange. I was sitting here and I got a strange feeling all over me, like someone gave me a shot of adrenaline. I felt so great that I stood up beside the chair and my legs never shook at all. I carried my walker with me, just in case, and walked into the bathroom, did my thing, and walked back without using the walker at all. It felt great and I wasn't breathing hard or hurting that much when I got back."

I took his face in my hands and kissed him. "Amazing," I said. "Congratulations, darling. Maybe the therapy and medication are starting to work, finally. Just don't overdue it."

"No chance," he replied. "I don't want to get cocky but it sure felt good."

Sheer coincidence? I wondered. I told him that I had to take a shower and change. As I started up the stairs, I looked over at him and saw a very satisfied look on his face. I could hardly wait for the day I could make to him again, but I had to be concerned about his health. I showered, then looked at my reflection once more. My breasts hadn't been that firm in years. In fact, they even appeared almost perky. Curly brown hairs lay below my much smaller stomach and there was very little cellulite on my thighs. There was a make up mirror on the vanity and I held it so that I could look at my ass. Hot damn, I looked good. I was getting turned on by my own body.

I pulled the belt from my slacks before putting them in the hamper, and as I did, another envelope fell to the floor. I opened it up in sheer wonder at how he got the envelopes into my purse and now my slacks without me even knowing about it. I opened it and found another note similar to the first one.

"I hope you forgive me," he wrote. "I have this fantasy about you and I together. You may want to be naked and lying on your bed when you read this. Just lie back and close your eyes and let your imagination take over."

I turned it over a couple of times, looking for something else but there was nothing. As I stood there however, a warm feeling moved over my body and I felt as though someone were touching my face. The longer I stood there, the more flushed I became and without giving it a thought, I stretched out on my bed and closed my eyes.

Warm soft lips caressed my ears and forehead. Kisses were placed on my eyes, my nose and my cheeks before my lips were wrapped in heavenly kisses and a tongue probed between them. They were sucked gently into his as I felt his hands move over my body. He stroked my shoulders and arms before beginning to softly trace his fingers down over my chest. I opened my eyes but of course there was no one there in the room with me. I suppose that if I had kept them open, none of the rest would have happened. However, I didn't want it to stop so I closed my eyes once more.

His touch was like a feather as he moved over my breasts and surrounded them with his big warm hands, lifting them, kneading them gently before taking my nipples into his fingers to press them and twist them. My breathing became labored and I moaned my appreciation as he pulled them out and pinched them. The he let them go and I felt his warm, moist lips surround one of them as he sucked it into his mouth and tongued around it. I was on fire but I didn't want it to end. He nibbled at them and kissed my breasts, taking little nips of flesh into his mouth and sucking on them.

As he continued kissing them, his fingers had begun probing into my navel and I pushed into them. No one had ever done that before and I never knew how erotic it could be. Then his hand moved downward and softly moved over my pubic hairs. I tensed and moaned in anticipation of what was to be and spread my legs to him. At the first caress over my labia, I pushed up with my hips. I was ready. I wanted to be entered but it was not to be. Not yet, at least. He passed over them several times and each time, I tried to get him to enter me but to no avail. He finally parted them and traced up and down, opening them to his touch as I mewled loudly and dug my hands into the bedding. Then it happened. His finger tip slowly entered into me and withdrew then re- entered before moving into my wet opening. A second joined the excursion and they moved deeper into me and began slowly stroking in and out while turning and twisting. I felt the orgasm building long before it hit me. Just I began to climax, he pinched down on my nipple with his free hand and I screamed into my pillow as I came harder than I ever remembered.

Now he moved down to place his mouth over my clit and begin sucking it from it's hood. He rubbed it with his fingers then licked it with his tongue before once again sucking on it. All the while, his fingers remained inside of me, moving slowly in and out, and twisting, bending his fingers to touch new places.

Suddenly, he removed them and moved to place his mouth over my entire vulva, moving his tongue over me in wide circles. Then he sucked me into his mouth. He milked my labia like a spring calf, pulling me into his mouth before releasing me. His fingers spread me open and his tongue attacked my clit and then moved into me. For what seemed like hours, he licked and sucked and nibbled at me until I threw my hips into the air and cried out in orgasmic bliss.

After I came down, I felt him move closer and felt the tip of his penis moving over my labia. Then he began to enter me. There was no tentative moves, he was in me in three strokes. It felt to at least nine inches long and I cried out as he rammed it home, his balls slapping on my body. He began steady strokes and I thrust into him, stroke for stroke, driving into him, wanting more as he picked up speed. His thrusts became for forceful and at times painful. He had unbelievable stamina and I came twice more before he pushed deep into me and slammed it in several times. I felt him pulse within me and before long, he withdrew. I felt his lips on mine and he was gone. I lay there panting, spent completely. The bed was soaked through with our fluids and I toyed with my nipples as I came back to reality.

"Thanks," I said softly, "come back whenever you want."

I showered and found some clothes in the back of the closet that I had worn years ago. They fit as though I had just purchased them. When I went down to fix dinner, my husband asked if I was all right and I said that of course I was. He said that he had heard me moaning and wanted to come up to check on me but couldn't.

"I just dozed off and had a very vivid dream," I replied. "I'm sorry if I worried you. I guess I was more tired than I thought."

I told him of my experiences in town, leaving out the part about my mysterious stranger and how he had given me a more youthful figure. When my daughter came home, she was in a great mood.

"I've decided that I'm going to lose weight," she said. "There's a new boy at school and he's real cute but he didn't give me a second look. It made me realize that I needed to get rid of some of this stuff." She poked her stomach as she spoke.

"This is going to sound really stupid," I replied, "but a friend of mine gave me something for you and told me that you should take just one each day. He said that if you do that and watch what you eat, you'll lose all that weight in three months or less."

She looked at me for the first time and shook her head in disbelief. "Mom, are you working out?" she cried. "What happened? I want to go with you next time."

?I didn't do anything, honey," I replied, "I had a bad scare and this is what happened, I guess."

"Someone scare me quick," she said, as she ran up the stairs.

Richard was gaining strength every day and I decided it was time to see just how much stronger he was. When I returned home the next afternoon, I went upstairs and stripped naked. I took a quick shower and dashed on a touch of his favorite perfume, then tip-toed downstairs and into the den, where my husband sat, reading. I took a deep breath and stepped over next to him. His face was a picture of pure lust. I hadn't seen that look in his eyes for years. I turned slowly so he could get a good look and went over to kiss him. His hands were all over me, and he pulled me down onto his lap. There was absolutely no doubt of the effect it had on him. I unzipped his slacks and pulled his cock free, stroking it slowly. I had to have him inside of me. I lifted myself up and eased myself down to onto his erect cock and we made slow and glorious love. It was the first time in months and he didn't last long but I loved every minute of it. I could satisfy myself later. He needed the reassurance at that point.

We made love twice more that night and I was amazed at how his strength was returning. He was more passionate than ever and he lasted quite a while. Whoever this stranger was, he had given me a great gift.

Exactly one week later, I received a package without any name on the return address, just a vague address that I was sure was phoney. I carefully opened it for some reason and found a pair of thongs and a bra. No message, just the dainty things. I knew that my husband hadn't sent them so I was pretty sure that I knew where they came from. I told my husband that it was just some gifts that I had ordered for my pinochle club as I took them upstairs. They were very expensive quality and I was disturbed that he would send me such personal items. I looked at the size of the bra and smiled. While the cup size was correct, I hadn't worn a 36 in years. I went in to the bathroom and took off the pullover that I was wearing and the bra under it. I held the new bra up to my breasts and it was lovely. Just maybe I could squeeze into it, I thought. I tried it on and it fit perfectly. I took it off and looked at the size again. Good grief, I must have lost some more weight. I climbed on the scale to see that I'd lost another ten pounds. No wonder my belt had to be adjusted this morning.

I started to put the new things back in the box then wondered what I'd look like in a thong so I tried it on. WOW! was all that I could say. I knew then that my husband was going to get a gift the next time we could be sure that my daughter was not going to be home. Then I felt the flush that I had felt before and my hand went to my breast. Oh no, not again. My daughter would be home any minute and I couldn't have her hearing me one great orgasm after another. It was obvious, however, that I couldn't stop it and I quickly stripped and locked the door. As soon as I was stretched out on the bed, he started making love to me. I had to quickly put the blanket in my mouth to silence the screams and moans as he brought me to orgasm after orgasm. When he was finished, he kissed me and I lay there, sweat soaked, my bedding thoroughly drenched and twisted into knots. I was so weak that I could barely move.

I showered quickly in cool water and dressed. I had no more than opened the door than my daughter burst into my room.

"It's working Mom, it's working. I lost eight pounds this week. I can't believe it."

"Honey, I'm so glad for you." I replied. "I just discovered that I've lost more weight too. I can't understand it."

"It doesn't make any sense, Mom, but I don't care, I feel great."

My husband too, continued to gain his strength back and that presented a new problem. He was able to get upstairs to our bedroom now without my help. What if my friend came back again next week or the week after or the week after that? If Richard came in as I was in the throes of a multiple orgasm, how could I explain that to him? What would I say when he saw me lying naked on the bed with my body thrusting into an invisible man's wonderful cock?

This problem came to the forefront when, after making love to Richard for almost an hour, he lay beside me and asked me if I was seeing another man.

"Richard Anderson, how dare you?" I screamed. "I've not been out of this house except when you knew where I was going and who I was going with and exactly what time I expected to return. I've had the cellular phone on every minute of the time that I'm gone to allow you to reach me in case of a relapse, and I've given you the sex of your life the last two weeks. How dare you accuse me of such a thing?"

"I'm sorry," he replied, ?it's just that you are losing weight like crazy, you look sexier than you've looked in years and you're so happy all the time. You're right though, you've been so passionate lately that I couldn't believe it. I knew it wasn't anything that I did or said so I've been trying to figure it out, that's all."

"You can stop trying to figure it out because I don't need this Richard. I've never been with another man since we've been married. If you must know, I've been watching some video's while you slept and I get so horny I have to have it. I won't do it anymore if it's going to bother you like this."

"I don't care what videos you watch darling, or what you have to do to be happy. I'd just like to be able to make you feel like this myself."

"Richard, you do make me feel like this when you're well. It's just been so long since we've been free when Gwen isn't home, that's all. I couldn't cheat on you. When you're back to full strength, maybe we should get some videos to share."

He smiled and nothing more was said. I knew though, that the potential was there for a real problem.

The following week, another package arrived. In the package were two videos, another pair of panties and a new bra, along with a new outfit, size 8. Good grief, I haven't been a size 8 since we were married. Still. . .

I left the videos in plain sight on our dresser and tried on the new clothes. Of course they fit perfectly, including the 34C bra. I was elated. But how was I going to explain all of these new clothes to Richard? I knew that in moments I was going to be seduced again and I was frightened of the possible consequences. There was nothing that I could do however to stop it from happening and in short order, I was naked on my bed and I was being penetrated deeper than anyone had ever been. I screamed into my pillow in pain as he drove into me and then I screamed again as I came again and again. Finally, he withdrew and I heaved a sigh of relief but suddenly I found myself on my stomach and he was entering my anus with that huge cock. He was gentle and patient, but I still screamed over and over again as I was reamed deep and had my first anal orgasms. Yes, plural. Then it was over and I was sore, my face was tear streaked and I was satisfied beyond belief. I showered in cold water and put cold packs on my puffy eyes to hide my experience.

I had no sooner come out of the shower than I heard Richard's footsteps on the stairs. I lay on the bed, pretending to be asleep when he came into the room. He sat on the bed and ran his hand over my shoulders and back, and down to my sore ass. It was all that I could do not to cry out.

"Honey, I feel terrible about what I've said to you." he said. "I think that I'm the one that has been causing you to have these dreams that seem to rip you to pieces and I'm sorry."

"No Richard, It's not you. I can't explain the changes that I've gone through but it has nothing to do with anything you've said or done. I promise."

He sat quietly for a few seconds, then he started to leave the room. He stopped at the door and turned to face me.. "I don't care what's caused it," he said. "If it's the videos or whatever, you are so happy and I could never deny you that. As long as you aren't seeing another man, I'll just live with it."

"I'm not seeing anyone else, " I truthfully confirmed. "I wish I could explain it, honey, but I don't even understand it myself."

Still mumbling, he left the room and headed down the stairs as I stripped the bed and made it with clean sheets. I sprayed a fabric deodorizer on the sheets to hide the smell of the damp mattress and checked to make sure that I wasn't bleeding from any where. All I had to do was to touch myself and I felt like I could orgasm again. I smiled and whispered a thank you to my mystery man.

My daughter came home from school that day and she was elated. She'd lost a total of nineteen pounds and looked so sexy. "Mom, remember that cute boy that I was talking about?" she asked.

"Of course dear," I replied. "Is he paying attention to you now?"

"I told him to get lost," she said. Then she laughed loudly. "Can you believe that, I told the cutest kid in class to get lost? I told him that if I wasn't good enough for him before that I wasn't good enough for him now. Then again, maybe he isn't good enough for me."

Then next day I received a bouquet of roses and a thank you note for the best sex he'd ever had. If I ever needed him again, he would know. He congratulated my daughter and when she came home from school, she had a dozen red roses from a mystery admirer and a note of congratulations. Whoever he is and whatever he is, I love him dearly. I may never need him in my bed again, but then you never know, do you?