Implications Were Far Reaching

Phew OK here goes. This true story was set about seven years into my marriage. My wife Sara was of average build at just over 5' tall with lovely breasts and to be honest butter wouldn't melt in her mouth. Very straight-laced and like me, prior to us coming together had very little sexual experience. Whilst I cannot comment on her, in my case, it was down to the size of my penis, which I realised from puberty was considerably smaller than other youngsters in my age group. To the point, I made every excuse possible not to be naked around other guys.

Consequently, I found it difficult to get into relationships with girls, however somehow plucking up a lot of courage and knowing that Sara hadn't been around other guys sexually or seen other cocks to compare to me, I took the plunge. Sexually things were fine between us, whilst I realised I would never set the heather on fire. I did manage to satisfy her orally and by masturbation.

Due to work reasons, we moved north in 1982 about six years into our marriage, by which time we had one son. We lived in a small four-in-a-block housing unit with a shared driveway and drying green. Through the wall from us were Iain and his wife Susan, who were both considerably younger than us, good fun and always up for a BBQ or a party. Around this time I had been buying Sara, French knickers, lacy panties and black seamed stockings. Principally I suppose to spice up our sex life although being honest I had always loved jacking off with her underwear, and these purchases took it to a whole new level. Masturbation around this stage really started to go to a different level for me, as Sara seemed contented and very rarely instigated sex. Being a wanker you are always on the lookout for fantasies to take things higher, with what ifs and could be's. When you bring the fantasy all together your orgasms can be mind-blowing.

Life settled down, I got on well with Iain, and in the end we became tennis doubles partners in the same local team. He was nine years younger than me, a bit more outgoing, very confident and full of self-belief. He was thin, tall and yes quite handsome I suppose. I then started to notice Sara was taking a bit of an interest in him and yes flirting. As you can imagine, this started to fuel quite a considerable amount of wanks for me, as my mind ran riot. It also wasn't lost on me that Iain was seeing Sara's sexy underwear on the line outside drying and probably comparing it with his own wife's more functional attire.

Well for whatever reason and to this day I don't quite know why I decided to present myself naked in front of Iain. Given we would shower after our matches in the communal shower area it would be easy to do, however up until this particular night I had always waited until he was finished, before going in. Tonight was going to be different and boy was I nervous, mouth dry and yes shaking. Up to this point I had never seen Iain's cock either so that was going to be a first. After the last game I stripped, grabbed my towel and headed for the showering area first. I knew I had to go first as otherwise I would have chickened out. After a few minutes Iain came in, hung up his towel and used the spray, two up from me. I was with my back to him and now given the shower I had being little more than tepid I realised I was in trouble, as my penis had shriveled up to the point it was barely protruding beyond my pubic hair. I had to go through with it as I knew it would fuel so many masturbation fantasies for me. Here goes; I turned to face Iain, threw my head back and started to wet my hair ahead of washing. Out the corner of my eye I could see Iain look at me with a slight smirk and a somewhat look of disbelief, at the size of my cock. Surprisingly with the cat out of the bag so to speak, I relaxed and engaged in conversation, talking I think about the matches we had just played in. Naturally, my eyes were drawn to what swung between Iain's legs and was impressed by the slack 15cm cock I saw and imagined erect it would make into an impressive muscular thick tool, boy did I now feel really inadequate yet horny.

By the time I arrived home that night Sara was asleep in bed. I headed straight for the laundry hamper in the bathroom, grabbed a pair of her soiled panties, held the gusset to my nose pulled myself off while fantasising about her being pinned to the bed by Iain's thick cock and finally experiencing a real man. Boy did I fire out a load. Well, little did I know the implications my exposure to Iain would have for me around that time and fully 17 years later. More to follow.