you need to know what she thinks about during masturbation. You have to ask that.

"I just want to know one more thing." you tell your wife.

"Christ," Lisa says, "why can't you just let me sleep!" She really is annoyed, now.

You continue with your question nevertheless.

"What do you think about when you masturbate?"

Lisa is thinking, she closes her eyes and she doesn't answer.

"Are you fantasizing about me?" you ask her.

She snickers "No honey. When I masturbate I think of other things... Fantasy. Imagination."

"What? tell me what you dream about{if sub==true}, please?{else}.{endif}

And whether your wife is angry at you for not just letting her sleep, or maybe she just wants the conversation finished, she starts answering bluntly.

"Sometimes I just think about highschool - when I dated Leroy."

"Leroy? I don't think you mentioned him"

"Sure I did, he was in the football team. Anyway, it doesn't matter. I just like the idea of his muscular body pressing on me. He was quite aggressive in our relation...Leroy always took control. Making me suck his hard black cock. bending me over. Fucking me hard."

{if black==true}"Black?", you think, "She's fucking me. she is just making this up, because she saw the video I watched."{endif} You gulp.

"What's the matter, John? You wanted to know, right" she teases.

"Ehm. Yes. Are you always thinking about this Leroy"

"What?" she sounds genuinely surprised, "No. Of course not. Oh my. You are already jealous. It's just a fantasy. This guy was years ago. Don't worry about it, love. Leroy was an asshole. Apart from fucking me , he also fucked another girl behind my back. Unfaithful dog!"

"...What else do you think about then?"

"Christ! you really get off on this?" she's back to being annoyed. But after a few seconds quiet, she continues talking. "Sometimes there's a burglar in the bedroom."

"a burglar?"

"Yes, a burglar with a ski-mask on. And he wants to steal my jewelry, but when he realizes I am in the bed touching myself, he forgets that his is robbing the house..."

"...and?"

"Well he covers my mouth with one hand and he warns me that I should keep quiet. He whispers because he knows you are downstairs. And he removes his pants and he displays his huge member in front of my face."
{if black==true}"Is it black?" you ask.
"Black? Don't be a racist! Not every burglar is black, John!"{endif}

"It's huge even before I suck it," Lisa continues, "and it gets even bigger. And of course he whispers that he is going to fuck me, even though or maybe especially because you are so nearby. And he shows me a knife and threatens to stab me if i were about to scream. So I can't do anything else but letting him fuck me. And I feel afraid, but also excited. And even though I am very tense, he is a great fuck. and while he is going in and out me... in and out, I am feeling ashamed, because I my body is enjoying him in me. But I am also scared at the same time, that you might caught us and that you would somehow be mad at me. Even though I can't help being pounded by this criminal."

Lisa looks at your face and sees that you are captivated. But since she still just wants to sleep and because she is still angry with you, she concludes "and while the burglar is pulling my hair and both him and I are almost climaxing. I pull off his ski-mask and it's ... Leroy!"

{if black==true}"Hey. You said he wasn't black!"{endif}

She starts laughing. "Relax! I am just toying with you. Now go take a cold shower and let me sleep!" She turns around in an overstated way and leaves you slightly flabbergasted.

"What just happened?" you think. "How much of this was really her fantasy?" And your wife was right. You were hard as rock.