I Am Thinking I Have Perhaps Gone Too Far

Since showering with Iain my neighbour and him seeing my small manhood I then had the dilemma of how best to play this out to help with my masturbation fantasies. Numerous ideas sprang to mind over the coming weeks and months, however things gradually began to play out. First up I noticed Iain was now flirting with Sara, who as you had read previously had been flirting with Iain. This was a huge turn on as I knew what he was thinking in relation to my wife, who he now knew was being rogered by my tiny manhood. I also noticed that my wife had started to wear her sexy underwear on a more regular basis and not when I asked her to do so as a prelude to sex. Her panties in the hamper were now more soiled than ever before and smelled sublime. Was she masturbating in private? I thought as she would never have done it in front of me.

Iain when at our house socially would spend a lot more time in the bathroom. Was he now rooting about in the laundry hamper for Sara’s soiled underwear? All of these thoughts were extrapolated upon to give some amazing fantasises, especially on my own in the hotel room on the occasional night when I worked away from home, when my mind would run riot as I pummelled away at my cock. Sara I noticed had started to pay more attention to her appearance and was all of a sudden looking really quite stunning. This fueled me up for more sex which to be honest was little more than me getting my leg over and very quickly spilling my seed. Disappointing, however, I put this down to myself, as to be honest I was a bit devoid of to how properly satisfy my wife even though we had been married seven years.

I was also now desperate to bring into a conversation with Sara of how big Iain’s cock was. It’s difficult as you can’t exactly say oh by the way our neighbour has a big cock. Then one night an opportunity presented itself when we were in bed reading. Our bedroom backed on to Iain’s and Susan’s and it was clear from the bed springs they were hard at it. The rhythmic sound was such a turn on especially as Susan's moaning made it clear she was enjoying Iain’s thrustings. Sara had also heard the bedroom noise and made reference with a comment such as, someone is enjoying themselves. This was my opportunity, don’t miss it I thought, would I go through with it, Ach what the heck. I then made an off-the-cuff remark to my wife along the lines of, "No wonder Susan is howling the place down having seen the size of Iain’s cock, it’s a belter." My wife coyly turned to me and somewhat uneasily asked me how I knew. I matter of factly said that I had seen him in the showers. I could tell from her body language she was wanting to hear more however she let it slide. We then settled down for the night however, on the other side of the wall the moanings continued and Iain was clearly taking his young wife to the edge of ecstasy having now been between her legs for close to an hour. I have to say I was impressed with his sexual prowess and was starting to get turned on myself. I decided it would be met with a swift retort if I said to my wife about sex only one thing so I took myself off to the bathroom and had a quick wank, aided by the delicate aroma from a pair of Sara’s soiled panties. I remember them to this day as they were purple with a clear lacy panel above the gusset and smelled amazing and tasted even better. WOW in the spring of '82 I thought I had reached the pinnacle of my masturbation fantasies or so I had thought, little did I know what was to follow in the years to come.