One of the pleasure I have in my life is sunbathing nude in my back yard. It is enclosed by a fence and is completely private. The pool and patio are between the house and the area where I bathe on the outside, as the sun is brighter out of the screened patio area.
About two months ago, after I finished and came into the house, my wife told me her sister had come by and when she opened the patio door, saw me lying on the lounge flat on my back and apparently asleep. We use the patio entrance because the parking area adjoins it and it is much more convenient to enter the house...I was asleep because I did not hear or see her and asked my wife if her sister said anything? Only that you have big balls but did not elaborate. I chuckled, thinking since my sister-in-law has been a widow for the past six years and probably hasn't seen balls all that time. Her husband Tom died from a heart attack and family rumor had it, while in the sack with her.
A week after, I was lying on the lounge facing the patio door when I heard a car come in the driveway. I closed my eyes to only a slit and watched Sue, my sister-in-law come through the door. She stopped when she saw me and stood perfectly still, just staring at my exposed privates. After some 30 seconds she went on to the door leading to the house. I could see her looking out through the glass door as she sat in the chair nearest to the door. She would look from time to time at me and then turn and talk to her sister. After half an hour or so, she got up and came out into the patio, no more than 15 feet from where I was lying. I still pretended to be asleep although I could feel my penis starting to tingle from the exposure. She stared for awhile and then left.
I got up and went into the house where my wife was laughing and told me Sue spent the time she was visiting speaking about my habit of going nude and letting everything hang out. She remarked about my balls again and even told my wife I had a nice cock. My wife realizes she is probably lonely and had nothing else to say and got excited seeing my genitals for the first time since she met me.
Some two weeks later, I heard my wife talking to Sue on the phone and telling her she had a good book for her to read. She said she was going out but would leave it on the table in the patio if Sue wanted to come by and pick it up. When I heard this I decided to have some fun with Sue. I went into the bathroom off the patio, stripped and waited. From time to time I would play with my cock and get it in a semi-hard state. It would still hang straight down, but look a bit more respectable. I heard her drive in and get out of the car and come to the patio door. She looked out in the yard, I guess figuring to see me.
When she was in the patio and getting close to the table where the book was. I opened the bathroom door and came out. She looked up and I heard her gasp. Oh, I said sorry, didn't know you were here. She kept staring at my genitals until she suddenly spun around and took off, forgetting the book. I heard her drive off and then went out to the yard to get in my sunning. When my wife returned I decided I'd better tell her before she heard it from her sister. My wife has a great sense of humor and roared when I described Sue's reaction. She must be really horny by this time after seeing your cock and balls again, she said.
The next day, Sue came by to pick up the book and her only remark when she saw me was to say "at least this time you have your clothes on".
A couple days later I thought to myself that maybe I upset her by my little trick and called her to apologize. When she answered the phone I told her I was sorry I scared her the other day. Oh, she said, I wasn't scared, just startled.
"What do you mean," I asked. When I saw you come out of the bathroom and walk toward me I was shook up by those things hanging down halfway to your knees. What things, I asked. You know, your testicles she said. Oh, I laughed, men usually call them balls or sometimes nuts.
"Your sack is as big as a grapefruit," she replied and I've never seen anything like it.
"How many have you seen," I asked. Well, you know I was married for 20 years to Tom and he was on the small side. His were no bigger than maybe an orange and close to his body. Yours were massive and swung back and forth when you walked. Very impressive. I told her I appreciated her candor and kind words and hung up.
The next day my wife told me Sue had called her and told her about our conversation. She said she had always had a thing for men's testicles and after marrying Tom would do most of her foreplay, tickling and rubbing his balls. She told my wife she went to sleep every night holding his sack in her hand and whenever she felt horny would start gently squeezing and rubbing until he got hard and made love to her. My wife said, after all these years it's only been the past few weeks Sue has ever mentioned sex or her feelings to her. I guess seeing you, set her off, she said.
I noticed Sue starting calling our house much more frequently and since I usually answer the phone, found myself talking to her more than all the time we've known each other. Her first remark was usually, "How are they hanging?" I'd reply, "like always" She'd laugh and tell me to keep them warm. One time I told her I had an embarrassing problem and after she repeatedly asked what it was, told her that when I sit on a toilet, my balls hang down so far, they dangle in the water which is very uncomfortable, not to mention cold.
