Shy Wife Corruption

This is the story of how my shy wife, Sarah, was gradually corrupted by our older lodger. My name is William Crane, 41 years old, and married to my lovely wife for 12 years, Sarah, 33 years old. We have a loving relationship but had never really wanted children. Although our sex life could easily be described as vanilla, once a week under the bedsheets, one dim light on, very little foreplay and rarely anything like oral, my wife had never had an orgasm, and she was a virgin when we first met, although she never complained, she seemed genuinely happy. It was fun and I thought satisfying. My wife is a rather shy young woman, her father had been a clergyman in the south of England and her mother was equally pious and subsequently Sarah had a rather sheltered childhood, going to an all girl's Catholic school. I met her when she worked at the local bank, she was a quiet and sweet girl, and we were married a year later.

Sarah is short at 5'4", a pretty face, framed by her large round glasses, with shoulder length dark hair and had not a skinny, but a slim figure, and noticeably lovely 36c breasts. She tended to dress quite conservatively in long fairly smart skirts and blouses. Both her parents sadly passed away some 8 years after we were married, having had Sarah much later in their lives. This at least allowed Sarah to stop working at the bank as she had a little inheritance now, although I kept working full time as a rep for a publisher, which meant I was away quite often.

Some years later we decided to take in a lodger as my work wasn't paying as well as it used to, and Sarah's small inheritance wasn't going to last forever, and she didn't want to go back to working in the bank and we could do with a little assistance with the bills, so we advertised in a local paper for a lodger and that is when we met George. We liked George immediately, he was a quick-witted older man, 66 year's old, about 5'11" slim build and had just retired and was looking down south for a retirement house to purchase. He was also a keen cyclist in his spare time so kept quite fit. He was an intelligent and friendly guy, with grey slicked back hair, good humoured and we had no hesitation in offering him the spare room and use of the rest of the house more or less as he pleased.

George moved in two weeks later in the beginning of summer and I did see him briefly before I went away repping all around the north for four weeks. I spoke to my wife on the phone most nights or we texted to keep in touch if I was still on the road, and all was going well. George was fairly quiet and considerate and clearly had a knack of making my wife laugh too, so I thought he would be good company for her especially when I was away for any length of time.

It was about half way through the fourth week however that Sarah seemed a little strange on our usual evening phone call and went a little quiet when I asked how George was.

"Well...erm, yes, he's fine...I suppose."

"Oh, you don't sound too sure, Sarah, is something wrong?"

"No, nothing wrong...really."

"But?"

"Oh, it's probably nothing but he has a habit of wearing these cycling shorts..."

"Well, yes, I suppose he would as he likes cycling doesn't he?"

"Yes, he goes most days."

"Well what did you expect him to wear then?"

"Sure, but he tends to wear them almost all the time...I mean often when he's in the house too."

"Oh, OK, well the weather's been pretty hot so maybe he just feels comfortable in them?"

"I'm not sure how he could feel comfortable with them on?"

I laughed and added,

"Why ever not?"

Sarah distinctly lowered her voice as she spoke next.

"They are very tight!"

I laughed again and added,

"Well he's quite a fit guy, maybe he likes to wear shorts, so why not?"

"Yes, but, I mean...you can see everything!"

I continued to chuckle at my prudish wife especially as she whispered the last part of the sentence.

"Everything?"

"Yes, everything, you know, I mean I can see his thingy!"

I burst out laughing then unable to contain it any longer.

"His thingy?"

Sarah sounded a little flustered then and said,

"Oh, you know what I mean, William!"

She always called me William when she was annoyed with me, rather than Will, which I preferred.

"Yes, I presume you mean his penis?"

"Yes, his penis."

"Well you shouldn't be looking, Sarah!"

I said keeping it light and pulling her leg a bit and still thinking it quite amusing.

"But it's almost impossible not too...I mean...it's...well...it's..."

"It's what, Sarah?"

"It's huge!"

She whispered again. Suddenly I went a little cold as it finally struck me. I had assumed that my somewhat prim and proper wife was simply judging him by what I might wear, but she had touched on a slight nerve. I had always felt slightly less than confident about the size of my own penis. I could mostly only manage about 4 and a half inches when fully erect, but as I had been Sarah's one and only boyfriend, the size of my own penis had never been an issue, but I suddenly felt a little uneasy that she may now have visual evidence that I was not well endowed, and I felt a little defensive.

"How can you tell that it's huge, Sarah, surely you can't see much of it covered up."

"But you can, because most of the time it seems to be half way down the inside of his leg, and he's not even...you know."

"Not what."

"Not even stiff!"

I swallowed in slight shock and didn't quite know what to say.

"OK."

I added timidly.

"But are they normally that big, even if he hasn't got an erection?"

I took a deep breath once again not quite sure how to defend my own disappointing size, adding meekly,

"Well, people come in all sorts of shapes and sizes."

"I see."

Said Sarah, sounding a little unconvinced, but I managed to change the subject for a few minutes before we said out goodbyes.

It was only as I finished the call that I noticed I actually had a bit of a hardon! I realised it was quite a novelty to hear my wife talking about another man's penis, but I was quite surprised at my own reaction. I started to wonder if Sarah had been excited to see a penis so much larger than my own and I felt a little jealous but to my further surprise I couldn't stop my own cock getting even harder. I gripped it through my trousers and was taken aback at how good it felt. I confess now that I unzipped myself and lay back on the bed at the Airbnb I was staying at and masturbated. I thought about Sarah and imagined her staring uncontrollably at another man's huge cock and I came really quickly, only just having time to whip out my handkerchief in time to catch it.

The next couple of days I found it difficult to get our conversation out of my mind and thought of little else and wandered through my working day in a bit of a daze, but Sarah never brought up the subject again until two nights following.

"Will, I saw it!"

I wasn't following initially so queried her,

"Saw what?"

"His penis!"

I went a bit cold again and took a deep breath.

"Right. Erm, how did that happen, Sarah?"

I asked a little concerned.

"We were both watching a film in the lounge together, and he had on some ordinary shorts, not his tight cycling ones, but they were much shorter. He was sitting in the chair to the left of me with his foot on the stool and I could clearly see the head of his penis poking out."

"Didn't he realise?"

"I don't think so, I mean he didn't flinch at all and looked perfectly at ease, but..."

"But what?"

"Well, evidently he is circumcised, but the head of his penis was twice the size of yours!"

I was a little nervous of where this conversation was going, but also extremely curious to find out more and understand my wife's reaction, I mean, she actually sounded a little excited.

"Are you sure, Sarah? Did you have your glasses on?"

I said trying to lighten the conversation again.

"Yes, of course I did! And I'm quite sure, it was like a huge smooth plum!"

Now she really did sound excited, and to cap it all I could feel my cock stirring once again as she described it. I continued to ask my wife questions about it.

"How long...how long did you see it for?"

"About 20 minutes! I couldn't really concentrate on the film, I'm sorry, but I couldn't take my eyes of it!"

I swallowed again and took a deep breath, my cock was stiffening up rapidly as I listened to Sarah, my lovely wife, talking quite enthusiastically about old George's apparently huge penis. I felt torn. I felt jealous, I felt a little humiliated and intimidated by its size, but I also felt unmistakably aroused that my wife was becoming excited by another man's cock. I quietly unzipped my trousers again and asked her a couple more questions trying to sound calm on the phone.

"So you were just looking at George's penis instead of the film?"

"Yes, once I noticed it. I was really surprised to start with, I thought my eyes were playing tricks on me, but when I realised that...there was his penis, poking out, and it was so big, I just had to stare at it, it was quite mesmerising."

I coughed trying to hide my own shock but continued to gently pull my foreskin up and down as I listened,

"So what happened then?"

"Well, when the film finished he just said goodnight and went off to bed."

"And how did you feel?"

"How did I feel, how do you mean?"

"Were you disappointed?"

Sarah went very quiet for a moment, and I heard her cough until she finally spoke again.

"I suppose I was, yes."

"Because you wanted to keep looking at it?"

Sarah went quiet again as she clearly thought about my question. I'm not sure if she had actually considered this, or she was embarrassed to admit it, but she finally said very timidly.

"Yes, I did."

We chatted briefly about something else after this, just mundane day to day things and we hung up on our goodbyes again, and I had a furious wank! I found it hard to believe that it had turned me on so much, but I couldn't get the idea of my shy wife staring at another man's cock, especially at such a large specimen. I came hard into my hanky again in my lonely Airbnb room.

The next evening was my last up north before going home and I rang Sarah at the usual time with some trepidation. I had been wondering during the day whether George was aware of what was happening or if he was completely innocent. I had no idea. But what Sarah told me this evening did really make me wonder if he was doing this on purpose.

Sarah answered her phone, and we had the usual catch up until I asked how George was. Sarah went quiet, dead quiet.

"Sarah? Is everything alright?"

I prompted.

"I saw it!"

She said sounding a little nervous.

"Saw what?"

I said slowly, assuming that I already knew what she was referring to.

"His penis!"

"Right. Poking out of his shorts again?"

"No, completely in the open. All of it."

"How the hell did that happen?"

I asked suspiciously.

"Well, I drove out to do the weekly shop this morning and when I came back in I was taking the clean towels up to the airing cupboard and I heard some music coming from George's room, and his bedroom door was open, so I just glanced in as I walked past, and he was on his bed naked."

"Christ. Did he see you?"

"No, he was lying down on his bed, and I just saw him from his feet up to his tummy."

"So, what was he doing?"

Sarah paused again and cleared her throat, then answered.

"He was playing with himself!"

"My god! You mean, he was masturbating?"

"Yes. Vigorously!"

I swallowed and went a little cold. I felt quite alarmed at what I had heard but desperately wanted to know more of the details, and Sarah was hanging back a little.

"So, was he fully erect?"

"Yes."

"And...erm...how big do you think he was?"

"It was massive! And great big testicles too!"

I swallowed again and cursed under my breath. I couldn't help but feel this was not an accident and George was actually trying to attract my wife's attention to his huge manhood. She was certainly sounding more curious by the day, worryingly so. Perhaps he actually had designs on my wife. I was still reeling from this most recent update when Sarah took me by surprise with a question.

"Will, how big is your penis?"

"What?"

"How big are you, you know, when you are erect?"

"Well I don't know really, I've never measured!"

I said trying to joke my way out of answering.

"4 inches...maybe?"

I huffed and puffed a bit feeling a little insulted, wondering how to steer the conversation away from my lack of size but could only muster a slightly feeble answer of,

"4 and a half, maybe."

"Hmm, that's more or less what I thought."

I felt my cock tingle slightly as if he had woken up after hearing himself being spoken of. I braced myself again and asked what I really needed to know.

"So, how big...do you think George's penis is?"

Sarah suddenly audibly brightened and answered quick as a flash.

"Oh, much bigger than that, probably a good 8 inches, easily, and the girth of it, I doubt I could get my hand around it."

And she giggled like a schoolgirl as she spoke. My cock twitched again at this, my wife clearly praising the size of George's huge member, not just it's obviously impressive length, but the thickness too. She must have had a good look at it I guessed, and she must have imagined her hand around it too for that matter!

"So, did you walk away then?"

"What?"

She answered sounding a little flustered, as if I had caught her off guard.

"Did you leave him to it and walk away?"

Sarah was quiet again for a moment and then said very meekly.

"No."

"Sarah, you didn't...you didn't just stand there and watch him playing with it surely?"

Sarah took a few seconds to answer again, then just said quietly, sounding a little guilty.

"Yes."

"How long for?"

"I don't know, five or ten minutes probably."

Wow, I must admit I thought she was going to say just a moment! Clearly she really was curious and quite keen to see his cock in all its glory, fully erect and Geoge giving it a good tug.

"Why did you stop?"

"Because he orgasmed."

"You saw him ejaculate?"

"Yes, I did."

"Did it excite you?"

I asked quietly unzipping my trousers again and liberating my own stiffening member.

"Yes."

She said a little breathlessly. For the first time in our conversation I knew that she was also really turned on now, talking about it, and picturing the scene again in her head. I pulled my foreskin right back and thought about my wife's reaction. She hadn't turned away, she had just stood there and watched our old lodger play with his huge penis until she saw him come.

"And what did you do then?"

She sighed slightly and sounded a bit guilty still but managed to continue.

"Well nothing really, I just carried on with my day?"

"Right."

"But..."

She hesitated again.

"But what, Sarah?"

"Well, I suddenly felt a little uncomfortable...in my knickers."

"In what way?"

"I realised they were quite wet!"

I was a bit stunned at my normally shy and retiring wife and her sudden openness. Here she was admitting that the sight of our old lodger jerking off his big cock had made her pussy wet. I could feel the tension mounting in my balls as I suddenly realised all too late I was going to ejaculate. I was fumbling around trying to get my hanky out of my pocket when I dropped the phone and accidentally hung up the call. I had ejaculated all over my trousers. I wiped up some of the mess when Sarah called back, and I apologised for dropping the phone. I think she knew I was shocked at what she had said, and anyway it was getting late, so we said our goodbyes again and left it until the morning.

I slept badly. I couldn't get the thought of the situation back home out of my head, or how quickly things seemed to be developing. I called my wife early the next morning before my long drive home, at least 4 or 5 hours. We chatted easily enough about nothing in particular and then we both went a little quiet and I had to mention the elephant in the room.

"So, have you seen George today?"

"Yes, I saw him at breakfast, he's just gone out on his bike."

"Ah, in his shorts?"

"Yes, in his tight shorts."

It went quiet again.

"And did you...see his penis?"

"Bulging out of his shorts, yes, I certainly did, he stood here in the kitchen chatting to me as I had my breakfast."

"Right."

Then she completely amazed me with her next question.

"Do you like me talking about George's penis?"

I swallowed and took a breath, pausing for as long as I could, then said quietly.

"Yes."

I admitted, and I suddenly felt that our relationship changed in that moment to something much more open, a little frightening, into the unknown, and very exciting. We certainly seemed to have crossed some invisible line.

"Because it's so big and impressive?"

"Yes."

"And because it is so much bigger than your little penis?"

I blushed, even though she obviously couldn't see me. Not only was she praising George's huge cock, but she was also belittling my own in comparison. I felt the humiliation rising in me and the familiar twinge in my little cock.

"Yes."

"Hmm, that's what I thought. Imagine if you were both lined up together and I had to compare them with each other, who do you think would win the contest?"

"George?"

Sarah giggled and said,

"Yes, of course he would!"

My skin flushed with shame and excitement, I was amazed at Sarah's sudden willingness to torment me, and she seemed to be as excited as I was, I could hear her breathing quite hard down the phone.

"Oh and here he is, hi George! I'm on the phone to Will."

I heard George call out a hello to me and I echoed back a hello. Sarah lowered the phone, and I vaguely heard them speaking for what turned out to be a minute or two and then she came back on.

"Sorry Will, George's just back from his cycling...in his tight shorts, and he's just gone upstairs to shower."

"Oh, right...and did you have a little peep...at his penis?"

"Oh yes, I had a nice long look at it, but I think he knew I was looking!"

"Really, why?"

"Because I'm sat on a chair in the kitchen and him being rather tall, his crotch was almost level with my face and I was looking straight at his bulge in his tight shorts and when I looked up at his face he was smiling back at me and I blushed like mad, but he put his foot up on the chair next to me and spread his legs whilst he was talking to me...and oh my, his crotch was right in my face, and it was so big!...oh George!"

"Sarah? Hello Sarah?"

The line became muffled suddenly and I heard voices again, and I was sure it was George, I was feeling a little panicky. The muffled voices continued for a few seconds and then Sarah came back on.

"Will, Will?"

"Sarah, everything OK?"

She chuckled a little and then said,

"Oh my god, that was George, he came back in for his cycling gloves, he left them on the kitchen table and I'm sure he just heard me talking about staring at his penis!"

"Oh shit."

"I blushed like mad, but he wasn't angry, in fact he looked pretty happy about it. He picked up his gloves and just stared at my bust and said he's going for a shower and wondered if I could find a towel for him."

"Cheeky bugger! You're kidding!"

"No."

"What did you say?"

There was another pause until Sarah finally said,

"I told him I would bring one up for him."

I thought about the situation in silence for a moment and then added.

"So, maybe he's waiting until you bring him one?"

"Maybe...or maybe if I dawdle, when I do go up he'll already be naked, or in the shower and I'll have to take it in for him."

Sarah let the thought hang in the air for a moment as I pondered the situation again, things suddenly seemed to be escalating and I had fantasized about something like this the last few days but in the cold light of day I was uncertain and in quite a dilemma. Of course the longer I pondered, the more likely it would be that George was indeed already naked or in the shower hoping my wife would come in, maybe even playing with himself, getting his penis nice and big to impress my wife? Sarah just continued to hang on the phone with me and I finally spoke,