This happened a number of years ago. We eventually did move.
We were married only a few months although we had lived together for about a year and a half. It was an exciting time as we had purchased our first house which was brand new. It was described as a starter home with 2 bedrooms and a small backyard. But, it was ours. Of course there were no furnishings and we had to slowly add to the house. The first thing we bought was a bed and for a month or more it was an empty house otherwise than a bed for us to sleep. We used sheets for curtains, and fortunately the house did come with a refrigerator, stove, etc.
I am not exactly sure how we first got acquainted with Murray. He lived on the same street but two blocks down. We were in our mid-20s and he was probably in his early 50’s. He was tall, thin, and had a strong physique likely from years of doing construction. I am not sure we would have otherwise felt anything in common but he was very knowledgeable about building things. I think our grass had grown and not owning a lawn mower, I may have asked him to borrow his. Again hard to recall exactly how we all first met. Murray though started coming over on occasion to lend his advice. We wanted to tile our kitchen and that is how I actually recall us getting to know Murray. He advised us what to buy, all the material, and then he came over and started doing the work without our asking. I am not really a handy person and if anything my wife is more handy than I. So on a Saturday, Murray spent most of the day with us all together putting down the tile, spacing, and doing all those things you do to install. He even used some of the tile at the door entrance which we never would have thought of. After that, the next few months it wasn’t unusual for Murray to come over, or even for us to on occasion stop down the street after work just to sit around and talk. Murray over that time helped us do a lot of our home improvements from wall paper in the bathrooms, to curtains, and so on. In fact, he helped with a lot of the material because he could get it from his work.
We learned that Murray had been divorced twice and lived alone. When he and I would stand near one another despite his older age he was considerably taller and more muscular than me. He was a very confident type as well and sort of hard to explain but never was that friendly with me. He related to me more like a boss at times or a know-it-all. The problem was he did know a lot. With my wife he was much more easy going and flirtatious but not in an overt blatant way. Perhaps just more friendly. Plus, he was smart and so conversations or debates at times could be lively. My wife was equally comfortable with Murray and perhaps if I were to think about it kind of related to him like a father figure in a way. I haven’t described my wife but at that time she was 24 and I was 26. She is 5’5” and at that time super thin except a good midsized 36 c and long blond hair. So Murray stood almost a foot taller than her and like I said probably was approximately 30 years older than us.
One day after work when we were headed home, we drove by Murray’s house and saw an older but attractive women walking out of his door. That evening I had gone over to Murray’s house to return something I borrowed. I laughingly commented that Murray must have had some afternoon delight because I had spied a woman leaving his home. He laughed back and said yes that was his ex and she missed his “big Johnson.” I was kind of surprised by his wording and I guess a look of surprise was spotted on my face. Murray said don’t tell anyone because she is married again but she sometimes craves what other guys don’t mostly have. I didn’t respond because the whole conversation seemed weird but as I said Murray and I sort of had an odd way of relating. Again it is hard to describe. It was maybe passive-aggressive or just Murray taking on a superior tone with me. It was like he was the older, wiser, muscular, knowledgeable guy and I was a young less experienced person.
That evening, for whatever reason, I told my wife about whom the woman was we spotted. I also shared that comment Murray made how she missed his “big Johnson.” My wife asked what that meant. I said I am guessing he was joking that he has a big penis and that she missed it. My wife just shrugged her shoulders not really giving the comment much consideration or caring it seemed.
It probably was a month later in the early summer that we stopped off briefly at Murray’s house on our way to do some grocery shopping. I had borrowed a hedge trimmer as by now we did own our own lawn mower. Murray was in fact mowing his lawn without a shirt and you really could see despite his age he had a much defined body. But, he also was wearing these shorts and even I couldn’t help but notice a visible penis line down the side which looked big and long. When I got back in the car my wife said to me, “Did you see what I just saw?” I pretended to be ignorant. What, I asked? You could see his penis hanging down in his shorts and it looked really big. I laughed out loud and suggested you couldn’t tell just like that. However, inwardly my heart kind of sank as I am at best very average and the fact that my wife noticed and sounded excited sort of bothered me. When we got back from grocery shopping very unlike my wife normally she wanted to have sex. I suspected she was turned-on by what she saw but then if I had been honest with myself at that moment I was too.
The relationship with Murray, if we want to call it that, was and on and off type of thing. As we settled into living at our new home it wasn’t like we constantly were with or even saw Murray. It was more like a casual acquaintance or helpful neighbor. I respected Murray’s knowledge and skill but as I said there was always this passive aggressive type interaction with me where he was always right about whatever it was being discussed. The problem for me was he often was right. I also felt a bit envious on his physique, height, and swagger. I think too I was a bit jealous when he would be more flirtatious with my wife and she would giggle or laugh kind of flirting back. I mean this was a man in his 50’s joking and sometimes making little innuendo comments to a 24 year old woman. So, my wife responding back was a bit surprising.
The day that everything changed was a Sunday afternoon. Our home had a big wall in the backyard that the city had put up as beyond was a highway. The house came with a wooden fence and actually months earlier with some help from Murray I had put up addition fencing on either side that made our backyard totally private. It was a nice sunny day after several back to back days of rain. So we lay out in the backyard sunning ourselves, I had mixed cocktails, we were sipping, and my wife had taken off her top.
I neglected to mention that we had a small Labrador retriever and suddenly she was barking and running inside the house. Someone was knocking on the front door. I was in a bathing suit as well and went inside to look and saw it was Murray knocking on the door. I opened it but was standing there and talked to Murray at the front door. Directly behind me was our sliding glass door and Murray got a big smile on his face. I turned around and realized he could see my wife topless laying on the lounger. “Nice day for it,” Murray laughed. I asked what was needed and he had come to get an edge trimmer of his. Instead, he said I wouldn’t mind joining you guys to sun ourselves think she would mind? I wasn’t sure how to say no, so I asked him to wait and I ran out back and told my wife what was going on. She was fine with Murray joining us as she put her top back on. Murray was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts.
Murray went out back and I went into our garage to get another lounge chair. When I came out Murray was in my lounger next to my wife with his shirt off. I had to put my chair next to Murray as there was no room next to the other side of my wife as that is where our patio ended. We only had talked for about 5 minutes when Murray shared to my wife that he had seen her topless and that we should not get tan lines. My wife laughed and told Murray no that’s OK. He said to us both, “you guys are too shy” and added we should get naked and sun ourselves as no one can see back here. We just laughed and then Murray looked at me, come on and lifted up in a motion to pull his shorts down nodding for me to do the same. I felt the pressure to do so. But, Murray got up out of the chair standing in front of us and pulled his shorts down as I had just about the same time removed my bathing suit.
I guess what flopped out of his shorts you could call a penis although it reminded me of the trunk of an elephant. I actually found it a bit ugly as it was a big thick uncut cock with a considerable amount of foreskin covering a ½ inch below the head. It was as if you took my fully erect penis and made it upside down hanging off of Murray. What made it worse is when I am soft mine is pretty small around 2 inches although I do more than double in size when erect to about 5 ½” long. But, next to this hung penis mine looked like a peanut. Also, I knew that even erect mine wasn’t as thick as what was hanging there soft on Murray. He had fairly sizeable testicles which made his penis stick slightly out versus totally down. What I didn’t expect but looking at his penis swinging back and forth excited me and I couldn’t prevent myself from almost immediately becoming erect. I tried to cover up but Murray saw and laughed out loud pointing at my cock and then saying to my wife, someone’s excited. In the meantime, my wife had removed her top but not her bottom and also seems somewhat oblivious to the big penis dangling only a few feet away. Interesting, Murray just stood there rather than sit back down engaging in a conversation. I knew he was trying to show off. He was right about me, I was excited. In a sense I was out of control with excitement, an excitement on seeing a well-hung Murray naked. This wasn’t like video porn, or some anonymous picture. This was a real person we actually knew. I had to say something and I said to my wife out loud, “I guess now we know when Murray joked about his “Big Johnson” what he meant.” My wife simply said without a hint of excitement but more like a clinician, yes, it is large. “It gets much bigger” Murray laughed and finally sat back down. I tried to sneak glances as I just wanted to stare at Murray’s penis but of course really socially couldn’t seemingly do that. My wife after a few minutes without saying a word removed her bathing suit bottoms. She has a full but trimmed bush and Murray laughed when seeing her and said, “Nice, old school.” He then started his flirting routine telling her what a beautiful body she has, etc. As he talked I could see his penis growing out longer to where the head was exposed although still only appearing semi-erect. At this stage it was way bigger than mine in every way. There definitely was a sexual tension in the air well at least for Murray and me. Murray seemed to be turning himself on with his mild flirtations and I was turned on by seeing his physical reaction to doing so. Meanwhile, my wife seemed just to be relaxed and not a hint of any sexual thought what so ever. Murray, perhaps given the state of undress kept returning to sexual topics in a casual conversational way. It was not overt but things like what were things we liked to do, had we ever done anything risky, and so on. I was surprised my wife didn’t have a negative reaction but again there was no hint on her part of any excitement either. We probably stayed outside for 20 or 30 minutes longer but it was starting to be a too much sun.
We were married only a few months although we had lived together for about a year and a half. It was an exciting time as we had purchased our first house which was brand new. It was described as a starter home with 2 bedrooms and a small backyard. But, it was ours. Of course there were no furnishings and we had to slowly add to the house. The first thing we bought was a bed and for a month or more it was an empty house otherwise than a bed for us to sleep. We used sheets for curtains, and fortunately the house did come with a refrigerator, stove, etc.
I am not exactly sure how we first got acquainted with Murray. He lived on the same street but two blocks down. We were in our mid-20s and he was probably in his early 50’s. He was tall, thin, and had a strong physique likely from years of doing construction. I am not sure we would have otherwise felt anything in common but he was very knowledgeable about building things. I think our grass had grown and not owning a lawn mower, I may have asked him to borrow his. Again hard to recall exactly how we all first met. Murray though started coming over on occasion to lend his advice. We wanted to tile our kitchen and that is how I actually recall us getting to know Murray. He advised us what to buy, all the material, and then he came over and started doing the work without our asking. I am not really a handy person and if anything my wife is more handy than I. So on a Saturday, Murray spent most of the day with us all together putting down the tile, spacing, and doing all those things you do to install. He even used some of the tile at the door entrance which we never would have thought of. After that, the next few months it wasn’t unusual for Murray to come over, or even for us to on occasion stop down the street after work just to sit around and talk. Murray over that time helped us do a lot of our home improvements from wall paper in the bathrooms, to curtains, and so on. In fact, he helped with a lot of the material because he could get it from his work.
We learned that Murray had been divorced twice and lived alone. When he and I would stand near one another despite his older age he was considerably taller and more muscular than me. He was a very confident type as well and sort of hard to explain but never was that friendly with me. He related to me more like a boss at times or a know-it-all. The problem was he did know a lot. With my wife he was much more easy going and flirtatious but not in an overt blatant way. Perhaps just more friendly. Plus, he was smart and so conversations or debates at times could be lively. My wife was equally comfortable with Murray and perhaps if I were to think about it kind of related to him like a father figure in a way. I haven’t described my wife but at that time she was 24 and I was 26. She is 5’5” and at that time super thin except a good midsized 36 c and long blond hair. So Murray stood almost a foot taller than her and like I said probably was approximately 30 years older than us.
One day after work when we were headed home, we drove by Murray’s house and saw an older but attractive women walking out of his door. That evening I had gone over to Murray’s house to return something I borrowed. I laughingly commented that Murray must have had some afternoon delight because I had spied a woman leaving his home. He laughed back and said yes that was his ex and she missed his “big Johnson.” I was kind of surprised by his wording and I guess a look of surprise was spotted on my face. Murray said don’t tell anyone because she is married again but she sometimes craves what other guys don’t mostly have. I didn’t respond because the whole conversation seemed weird but as I said Murray and I sort of had an odd way of relating. Again it is hard to describe. It was maybe passive-aggressive or just Murray taking on a superior tone with me. It was like he was the older, wiser, muscular, knowledgeable guy and I was a young less experienced person.
That evening, for whatever reason, I told my wife about whom the woman was we spotted. I also shared that comment Murray made how she missed his “big Johnson.” My wife asked what that meant. I said I am guessing he was joking that he has a big penis and that she missed it. My wife just shrugged her shoulders not really giving the comment much consideration or caring it seemed.
It probably was a month later in the early summer that we stopped off briefly at Murray’s house on our way to do some grocery shopping. I had borrowed a hedge trimmer as by now we did own our own lawn mower. Murray was in fact mowing his lawn without a shirt and you really could see despite his age he had a much defined body. But, he also was wearing these shorts and even I couldn’t help but notice a visible penis line down the side which looked big and long. When I got back in the car my wife said to me, “Did you see what I just saw?” I pretended to be ignorant. What, I asked? You could see his penis hanging down in his shorts and it looked really big. I laughed out loud and suggested you couldn’t tell just like that. However, inwardly my heart kind of sank as I am at best very average and the fact that my wife noticed and sounded excited sort of bothered me. When we got back from grocery shopping very unlike my wife normally she wanted to have sex. I suspected she was turned-on by what she saw but then if I had been honest with myself at that moment I was too.
The relationship with Murray, if we want to call it that, was and on and off type of thing. As we settled into living at our new home it wasn’t like we constantly were with or even saw Murray. It was more like a casual acquaintance or helpful neighbor. I respected Murray’s knowledge and skill but as I said there was always this passive aggressive type interaction with me where he was always right about whatever it was being discussed. The problem for me was he often was right. I also felt a bit envious on his physique, height, and swagger. I think too I was a bit jealous when he would be more flirtatious with my wife and she would giggle or laugh kind of flirting back. I mean this was a man in his 50’s joking and sometimes making little innuendo comments to a 24 year old woman. So, my wife responding back was a bit surprising.
The day that everything changed was a Sunday afternoon. Our home had a big wall in the backyard that the city had put up as beyond was a highway. The house came with a wooden fence and actually months earlier with some help from Murray I had put up addition fencing on either side that made our backyard totally private. It was a nice sunny day after several back to back days of rain. So we lay out in the backyard sunning ourselves, I had mixed cocktails, we were sipping, and my wife had taken off her top.
I neglected to mention that we had a small Labrador retriever and suddenly she was barking and running inside the house. Someone was knocking on the front door. I was in a bathing suit as well and went inside to look and saw it was Murray knocking on the door. I opened it but was standing there and talked to Murray at the front door. Directly behind me was our sliding glass door and Murray got a big smile on his face. I turned around and realized he could see my wife topless laying on the lounger. “Nice day for it,” Murray laughed. I asked what was needed and he had come to get an edge trimmer of his. Instead, he said I wouldn’t mind joining you guys to sun ourselves think she would mind? I wasn’t sure how to say no, so I asked him to wait and I ran out back and told my wife what was going on. She was fine with Murray joining us as she put her top back on. Murray was wearing a tee-shirt and shorts.
Murray went out back and I went into our garage to get another lounge chair. When I came out Murray was in my lounger next to my wife with his shirt off. I had to put my chair next to Murray as there was no room next to the other side of my wife as that is where our patio ended. We only had talked for about 5 minutes when Murray shared to my wife that he had seen her topless and that we should not get tan lines. My wife laughed and told Murray no that’s OK. He said to us both, “you guys are too shy” and added we should get naked and sun ourselves as no one can see back here. We just laughed and then Murray looked at me, come on and lifted up in a motion to pull his shorts down nodding for me to do the same. I felt the pressure to do so. But, Murray got up out of the chair standing in front of us and pulled his shorts down as I had just about the same time removed my bathing suit.
I guess what flopped out of his shorts you could call a penis although it reminded me of the trunk of an elephant. I actually found it a bit ugly as it was a big thick uncut cock with a considerable amount of foreskin covering a ½ inch below the head. It was as if you took my fully erect penis and made it upside down hanging off of Murray. What made it worse is when I am soft mine is pretty small around 2 inches although I do more than double in size when erect to about 5 ½” long. But, next to this hung penis mine looked like a peanut. Also, I knew that even erect mine wasn’t as thick as what was hanging there soft on Murray. He had fairly sizeable testicles which made his penis stick slightly out versus totally down. What I didn’t expect but looking at his penis swinging back and forth excited me and I couldn’t prevent myself from almost immediately becoming erect. I tried to cover up but Murray saw and laughed out loud pointing at my cock and then saying to my wife, someone’s excited. In the meantime, my wife had removed her top but not her bottom and also seems somewhat oblivious to the big penis dangling only a few feet away. Interesting, Murray just stood there rather than sit back down engaging in a conversation. I knew he was trying to show off. He was right about me, I was excited. In a sense I was out of control with excitement, an excitement on seeing a well-hung Murray naked. This wasn’t like video porn, or some anonymous picture. This was a real person we actually knew. I had to say something and I said to my wife out loud, “I guess now we know when Murray joked about his “Big Johnson” what he meant.” My wife simply said without a hint of excitement but more like a clinician, yes, it is large. “It gets much bigger” Murray laughed and finally sat back down. I tried to sneak glances as I just wanted to stare at Murray’s penis but of course really socially couldn’t seemingly do that. My wife after a few minutes without saying a word removed her bathing suit bottoms. She has a full but trimmed bush and Murray laughed when seeing her and said, “Nice, old school.” He then started his flirting routine telling her what a beautiful body she has, etc. As he talked I could see his penis growing out longer to where the head was exposed although still only appearing semi-erect. At this stage it was way bigger than mine in every way. There definitely was a sexual tension in the air well at least for Murray and me. Murray seemed to be turning himself on with his mild flirtations and I was turned on by seeing his physical reaction to doing so. Meanwhile, my wife seemed just to be relaxed and not a hint of any sexual thought what so ever. Murray, perhaps given the state of undress kept returning to sexual topics in a casual conversational way. It was not overt but things like what were things we liked to do, had we ever done anything risky, and so on. I was surprised my wife didn’t have a negative reaction but again there was no hint on her part of any excitement either. We probably stayed outside for 20 or 30 minutes longer but it was starting to be a too much sun.
