Old Man Seduces Wife

First I should say this is not my personal story. It's a story I remember from another site that somebody had posted on an early SPH forum that has since disappeared. It's one of my all-time favorites -- probably jacked off to it at least 100 times. The original poster said it was true, and I actually have pictures he emailed me of his wife and the old man's **** so I am confident he wasn't making anything up. Anyway, here goes:

Me and my wife, Jennifer, and our two kids (10 and 7) live in a fairly nice neighborhood. We're both in our mid-30s and while I work full-time in town, my wife stays at home and takes care of the house, dinner, gardening, etc. We were both each others firsts, and until all of this went down neither of us had cheated on the other.

We have a cordial relationship with our neighbors -- not extremely friendly but nice enough to wave at each other and keep an eye on each others kids -- which is one of the reasons we really like the neighborhood. The guy living next to us on one side is an older guy named George, a 67-year-old retiree who has lived alone since his wife passed away several years before we moved into the neighborhood. He's always helpful, giving my wife tips on her garden and bringing over extra fruit and vegetables from his garden.

Over time my wife said they were spending more time together, getting together a couple times a week for morning coffee and she would help him out by picking up things at the grocery store for him when she was going. I didn't think anything of this -- he was old and my wife didn't seem like the type who would cheat. All that changed when I was approached by one of the neighbors.

I remember it like it was yesterday. My wife was out doing stuff with the kids so I was home alone. I answered the door and it was Susan who lived next to George on our street and, like us, had kids but hers were a little older than ours, maybe 15/13 or so. Anyway, Susan had this sick/nervous look on her face. I asked her what she wanted, and she said she had something to tell me but didn't know how to say it. I was first worried our kids had been in a fight or something, but she said "I'm just going to come right out and say it and I apologize in advance for how awful this is going to sound."

I was nervous, but I told her to just come out and tell me.

"Your wife and George have been having sex at George's house. Normally I would keep out of your business, but they are having sex with the drapes slightly open and my kids have been getting together with other neighborhood kids and watching with binoculars."

I was sure she had it wrong; how could she be sure it was my wife? How could she be sure her kids weren't lying? Maybe the kids were seeing an image on a TV or something. Basically, I went into denial mode.

She had all those details. Susan wanted to make sure she had the story straight before coming over to tell me so she watched one day. She said my wife goes over at about 11 every morning and doesn't leave George's house until just before my kids get off the school bus. Her kids -- which are home-schooled -- discovered the little secret one day during their lunch. She caught them looking through their window with binoculars, both playing with themselves, along with one of their friends. The kids confessed about what they were watching, and Susan said she looked through and could clearly see George and my wife have, as she put it, "sexual intercourse."

She continued to watch during the upcoming week and say the same routine almost every day. Susan said she felt she had to tell me because she doesn't want her kids exposed to this sort of thing so I needed to "have a talk" with my wife about her behavior. As Susan put it, "she's not only cheating she's not even got the courtesy to be discreet about it." Then she left.

I was stunned. I had no reason to think Susan would lie to me, but I had no clue my wife was cheating on me. She didn't act any different around the house, and she was fairly conservative about sex with me. The idea she was having sex with somebody else, our old neighbor, just didn't make sense. As I'm running through all this in my mind, I decided I would calmly confront Jennifer when she got home so I could get her side of the story and decide how to proceed from there. Part of me wanted to punch a hole in the wall, but mostly I was just confused. I really think I went into shock.

When Jennifer got home I told her we needed to talk. Our kids went outside to play so we had privacy. We sat in our bedroom and I told her that Susan had come over and told me about her affair with George. She tried to deny it, but I said Susan and -- unfortunately -- her sons and one of their friends had been watching them through an open bedroom curtain. I knew it was true.

She started to tear up, and started apologizing over and over again, begging me to forgive her. I felt sick to my stomach -- it really was true. I told her we could work it out, I wasn't going to just rip our family apart over this. I just needed time.

We went to bed that night and something strange came over me. I lied there thinking about my wife ******* another man and it started to turn me on. I got the stiffest hardon of my life lying next to her imagining her ******* George. I didn't really understand why I felt this way. I had moved past the angry/confused/hurt stage and moved into some weird/perverted turned-on stage. This is the last thing I would have thought would happen to me.

I woke Jennifer up and told her what I was feeling and told her I didn't understand why, but I needed details. She thought I was being cruel, like I was trying to torture her emotionally by making her fess up everything that's happened rather than letting us move on. I took my **** out of my pajama pants and showed her how rock-hard I was. She was in shock -- she couldn't believe I was getting aroused about her cheating and wanted to know the details. She reached over and squeezed my **** and said "Ok, if this is what you want, and you're getting off on it, I'll tell you. But you can't get mad at me because you asked me to tell you." I told her I wanted it all.

She said they just kept spending more time together and would occasionally be flirty and talk about sex during coffee. She had told him all of our intimate details, how we were each others firsts, stuff like that, and he was surprised she hadn't been with other men before marriage. He said he had been many other women before he was married, and he added that he was very popular with the women in his old neighborhood growing up. She asked him what made him popular. He told her it was his penis size.

Not much else was said that day, but Jennifer said she was curious. She had only seen my **** in person, but had seen some large ones in the limited amount of **** I'd gotten her to watch with me. She felt safe with him, and just decided one day she would ask him to show it to her.

The day she asked him to show it to her she said she was already pretty horny -- it had been a couple weeks since we had sex. George was more than happy to show her. He took it out and she said it was much bigger than me, larger soft than I am hard. She didn't measure it (that day, at least), but he told her it was even bigger hard, just a shade over 8 inches and thick. Jennifer also noticed he was uncircumcised, the first one she had seen.

At this point, George asked her if she wanted to touch it. She reached out and grabbed it. He started to get hard and she couldn't believe how big he was. George asked her if she wanted to suck it, and Jennifer got down on the floor next to him and put it in her mouth. She started to blow him and it wasn't long before he came in her mouth. My conservative wife had just sucked another **** and let him *** in her mouth.

He took her by the hand and led her to the bedroom where he took all of her clothes off. He started to kiss her all over, eventually making his way down to her ***** and using his mouth and tongue to bring her to several *******. Jennifer said this went on for about 20 minutes, him just worshiping her body with his hands and mouth.

Without any discussion, he moved up and in position to mount her. She hesitated and told him she doesn't think they should do it. He told her "we've already gone this far" and she ultimately agreed.

She said it tool him a while to get his penis inside her. He worked it in and out for "quite a while" before getting the whole thing in. She said it felt better than any of the times we had sex, and it was the best she's ever felt. He ****** her only in the missionary position, she had several ******* (she rarely **** during sex with me), and he eventually came inside her.

She told him it was the best sex she's ever had. He told her he'd be happy to keep meeting her and she said they'd just have to be discreet about it. I told her they had obviously failed on that account.

So that's how it started. They had been ******* for about a month when they got caught. I asked her if he knew his **** was bigger than mine and she said "Yes, he knows." I asked her if they did it in our house. "No, always at his house." I asked her if she ever made him wear condoms and she said "No, he hates them and since I am on the pill it didn't seem like we needed to worry about it." I asked her how many times in the past month she and I had sex on the same day as she and George."All of the weekdays, but none of the weekend days we had sex." She told me she was surprised I hadn't noticed she was any looser or extra wet "down there from his ***." By my estimation I had had sloppy seconds with my own wife three times.

I told her I was incredibly turned on but I didn't know why. My **** had been throbbing in the open the whole time she told me the story. Precum was running down my shaft. She asked if I wanted her to take care of it for me. I told her to squeeze it and tell me how much she loved his **** more than mine and how mine was too small for her now. She was surprised I wanted the insult, but did as I asked. It didn't take long for me to shoot *** in the air, one of the most powerful ******* of my life. We went to sleep after that.

The next day I came back to reality and started feeling weird about it all. Jennifer was still into it, though, and asked me if my "little **** wanted more squeezing." I soon got over the weirdness, and we sat down later that day to talk some more. She asked if she could keep ******* George and I said she could, but only George. I suggested they ensure the curtains are closed.

Another thing I asked is that I wanted George to know that I knew, and that they could **** in our bed if they wanted. I was descending into a complete cuckold, although I had never heard that word before going online and looking this stuff up. She called George and spoke to him for a while, explained it all, and she asked him to come right over. Within minutes I was face-to-face with the man who had been ******* my wife better than I ever did or could.

The kids had gone over to my mother's house for the day, so the talk was able to be open and honest without the fear of the kids bursting in. George was surprisingly aggressive about it all, so I assume Jennifer told him I was into it and enjoyed her making fun of my ****. Then the fun began.

Jennifer asked us to both drop our pants and said "the real man gets to have sex with me." She got a ruler and had us stand side-by-side. My little **** was hard as a rock, and she started playing with his -- licking, kissing, sucking, stroking -- until he got hard. She measure me first -- 5 inches. Then she measured him -- 8 inches. She didn't measure our girth, but if she had I would have been even more humiliated. He was much thicker. It was like looking down at a boy's **** comparing it to a man's ****.

With that, George said "looks like I'm the real man" and my wife grabbed his **** and pulled him toward our bedroom, looking back at me long enough to say "you can listen by the door while a real man ***** your wife and play with your little **** while you wish you were man enough to satisfy me."

And that's how it's been ever since. My conservative wife is sheltered and shy no more. She continues sex with George, most now than before because our home is available and I can be sent off to do errands with the kids or they can play after the kids are in bed. George wants her to go off the pill and have his baby, but I doubt that will happen because my wife doesn't want more kids.

The neighbors haven't knocked on the door again, but I'm sure they know what's going on. My wife still goes over to George's house -- even more now than before. So this is how I realized I was into small penis humiliation and enjoy being a cuckold.