Second thoughts about Lovable Lizzie

Elizabeth walks in on Steve as he is watching a baseball game.

She is pissed about what happened but doesn't really understand it. Her mind is a conflict of being a big-titted slut and a happy housewife who thought her husband loved her.

Lust controlling her actions, Elizabeth drops to her knees in front of Steve. She smile but doesn't say anything. Steve smiles back and a bulge forms on his pants.

She plants a kiss on it and begins to slide his pants down to his knees. As she does, she feels the rock in his pocket. She removes it and stands up.

"I wish I knew why I have these thoughts about being a slut," Elizabeth said.

"I wished it with the wishing rock," Steve blurts out.

"What's a wishing rock?" she asked.

"Nothing. A toy. A joke!" Steve stammered trying to grab the rock back.

"I wish you'd tell me the truth," Elizabeth demanded.

Steve began to explain about the wishing rock and pointed to the instructions that came with it. He explained about wanting a blow job and wanting her to be kinky.

"I wish you stand here," Elizabeth said as she walked over and read the instructions.

A devious smile crept across her face. She gripped the rock.

"I wish I wasn't bother by my memories of Lovable Lizzie anymore," she said. And just like that her memories of being Lovable Lizzie became a sexual fantasy. Much easier for her to deal with mentally.

"I thought we were happy Steve. I thought you loved me. How could you do something like that to your wife, the mother of your children?"

"I'm sorry, Elizabeth," Steve whimpered.

"Oh, you'll be sorry," she said.

"Can't I go back to watching the game and forget this every happened?" he begged.

"I wish you forgot every thing yo know about sports!" she said.

"What?"

"What are you watching" Elizabeth asked.

"I don't know. Some guys trying to make scores," Steve's euebrows knitted in confusion.

"What are they holding and throwing?" Elizabeth questioned.

"I don't know. Looks like sticks of some sort and round thingies," he responded.

"What teams are playing?" Elizabeth persisted which made Steve very uncomfortable.

"I don't know. What are teams?" he grunted in frusttration.

This would sweet **** to watch Steve try and talk to his friends and colleagues at work, Elizabeth thought. He would look like such a wimp. Another thought crossed her mind.

"I wish your penis was half it's current size," Steve moaned and grabbed his crotch. Elizabeth watched as Steve seemed to wither a bit in front of her.

"I wish you were a premature ejaculator!"

Steve's stature diminished a bit more before Elizabeth. She could remember his cock and stamina before as well as his lack of sexual ability now. She giggled.

"I wish you were more of a wimp," she said.

Steve slumped over and drooped as he cowered before his wife. Memories of him taking charge were combined with thoughts of him doing whatever she wanted and being bossed around at work and home.

"Lick my shoes," she said as he dropped and kissed her feet and licked her high heels.

"Stop," she commanded and he did.