Morning glory for my wife's friend
A couple of years back my wife asked me if it would be ok for one of her long term best friends to come and stay with us for a few weeks. The friend (Susan) had been going through a very protracted marriage breakdown and was just about to leave the marital home. She had lined up new accommodation, however it was about 3 weeks before she could move in. Purely in the spirit of friendship (honest!), I agreed that it wouldnât be an issue. We have quite a big house with a couple of en-suite bedrooms, so when guests stay with us, weâre not under each others feet.
With regards to Susan, she is a mid 40âs lady, very fit and healthy and quite skinny. Sheâs an extremely nice person, but from what I could tell from knowing her for a few years, and from what my wife had told me, is that sheâs pretty ânon sexualâ and sex just didnât seem to feature in her mindset. As such, although she has a really nice arse, I harboured no real sexual thoughts towards her. All in all she was probably just a bit too âchurchyâ for me.
So, a few days later Susan arrived with a car full of possessions, a lot of tears, and much thanks that we were showing her such kindness. She moved her stuff into one of our spare rooms and tried to make herself at home as best she could. Within a couple of days, she had settled in and life started to get back to some kind of normality, however it was pretty restrictive for me (it always is when people stay with us) because my wife and I often donât bother with clothes when indoors, especially in the mornings. In fact for many years Iâve been proud to strut around showing off my 5 inches of rock hard morning glory boner to my wife as much as possibleâŚ.itâs actually become one of lifeâs little habits, one that I enjoy greatly, and one that I think my wife appreciates too. I actually try to maintain my hard on for as long as possible whilst making breakfast, getting ready etc.
SoâŚwhen people stay with us, this little game has to be cancelled for a bitâŚ.however my morning glory boners donât take any notice of that! This results in me either having to wait for it to subsideâŚand the more I try to get it to go downâŚthe harder it gets! The other tactic is to have a quick wank before leaving the bedroomâŚwhich sometimes feels a bit weird if we have family staying over.
After a few days I decided to discuss this with my wife how it was becoming a bit of a pain to be sitting around the bedroom in the mornings waiting for my cock to go soft, and that I didnât want to have to wank EVERY morning before appearing for breakfast. My wifeâs response took me a little bit by surpriseâŚuntil I remembered that she is as pervy as I am of course! She suggested that I just cover up with a pair of PJ bottoms or shorts, and that I donât make it too obvious if I have a morning boner. She said if Susan notices then she was sure sheâd just look away and ignore itâŚshe had been married herself for nearly 20 years after all.
SoâŚafter considering things for a nano second, I agreed to this solutionâŚ.instantly wondering what kind of shorts might show my cock off the best!!
The next morning as I awoke I was pleased to see that my little fella hadnât let me down, and my cock was as hard as it would ever get. When I get a proper full on hard on, although Iâm now almost 60, it still sticks right up with no droop. So, after a quick brush of the teeth, I slipped on a t shirt and a pair of loose fleece type shortsâŚ.and as I looked in the mirror I thoughtâŚthere is no fucking way I can go downstairs like that! My wife was also giggling at my predicament, but as she left the bedroom she saidâŚcome on then, Iâll make breakfast.
Susan was a really early riser, and most mornings she would get up, go for a run, come back, have a shower and be downstairs making breakfast as my wife and I arrivedâŚand this morning was no different.
Although I was absolutely loving this situation, I admit that I was feeling a little bit over exposed and vulnerable for some reasonâŚand my hard on wasnât in the mood to go anywhere! A quick glance in the hall mirror before I got to the kitchen showed me that Susan wouldnât be in any doubt whatsoever about why my shorts were doing an impression of a tent! I followed my wife into the kitchen, to where Susan was busying herself making tea, and after the exchange of a couple of pleasantries, she turned around to say something to me. As she did, she just naturally looked me up and down, as anyone does to anyoneâŚbut she noticed! She instantly noticed! Although it was maybe only half a second, it felt like her eyes were fixed on my cock bulge for agesâŚand it was a proper skyward pointing bulge that she would not have had any doubts about what was causing it. She then made a conscious effort to look away and continue what she was doing, however I noticed that she was turning very red!
My wife being the woman she is had turned around just at that moment, and completely took me by surprise again by laughing and saying âFor godâs sake Alex, put that away will youâ followed by addressing Susan and saying âI think that bloody Oasis morning glory song was written for himâ âŚthen just carrying on with making breakfast. Susan just also gave a small laugh but didnât say anything in response, and she also managed not to look againâŚby now my hard on had subsided a bit and we ate breakfast and went on our various ways. In the shower a little bit later I couldnât help but have a nice wank whilst reliving the experience in my head!
For the next couple of weeks (not every day of course) this scenario played out a few more timesâŚSusan in the kitchen, myself and wife joining her, my morning glory boner poking out in front of meâŚwith nothing more being mentioned. A couple of times I noticed Susan having a glanceâŚprobably more reflex than choiceâŚbut the wanks after those moments were always the best!
About a week before Susan moved away to her new accommodation, my wife had to leave to go to her fathers for a couple of days. Although she trusts me 100%, she did give me a little knowing look at one point, glanced towards my crotch area and told me to âbehaveâ when she was away. She then jokingly warned me that Susan would tell her everything anyway! I honestly had no plans to do anything other than my morning glory thing anyway, so it was all good.
Next morning when I awoke, realising that the other side of the bed was empty I remembered that my wife was awayâŚI also quickly remembered that Susan would probably be downstairs in the kitchen. My cock seemed to be even harder than normal at this point and I actually questioned whether it would be a step too far to go into the kitchen at all in this state, especially when it would be just the two of us. Anyway, my pervy side took over and I decided to just go for it. So with t-shirt and tented shorts thatâs what I did. As I walked into the kitchen I certainly wasnât trying to make my hard on obvious, however I wasnât trying to hide it eitherâŚand again Susan lookedâŚnot a long lingering look, but maybe a little bit more than the glances sheâd had before.
Now, at this point maybe youâre expecting me to say that she was overcome with lust and she keeled in front of me and sucked me offâŚ..and Iâm sorry to disappoint, but none of that happenedâŚ.but what did happen (to my mind anyway) was even hornier than that. After saying all of our âgood morningâŚwould I like teaâŚdid you sleep wellâŚdid you enjoy your runâ stuff, I was leaning against one of the counter topsâŚcock still straining at the material of my shorts, Susan was now sitting at the kitchen table facing me, and she nodded directly toward my crotch area and said⌠âIs that on purpose, or does it just happen?ââŚ.Talk about being shocked!... I could feel my face going deep red instantlyâŚbut I could also feel even more blood flowing directly to my already solid cock! Trying to sound as casual as possible, I stuttered my response and said âitâs not a purposeful thingâŚ.itâs happened almost every day for as long as I can recall and I donât control itâ. She then said âso itâs not a sexual thing thenâŚmore just a natural occurrence?â.. âYesâ I responded.. âI think most guys probably get hard in the morningsâŚmine just seems to be every morning, and it doesnât go down for a good whileâ.
I really couldnât believe that this conversation was happeningâŚSusan and I talking about my hard cock as it was poking towards her, and me feeling my heart miss a beat every time she happened to glance at itâŚwhich she kept subconsciously doing as she was referring to it!
She repeated her questioning a little bit more, just looking for confirmation that it was a natural happening, and wasnât me choosing to make it hard because I was thinking about sexual stuff. I admitted that of course when it was hard, it could obviously lead to sexual thoughts, but that to wake in the morning to find it already hard absolutely wasnât a choice, and it just happened. At this point I would have liked nothing more than to whip down my shorts and wank a big load off right in front of Susan, as my cock was now so hard it was almost painful! However, I assumed that her questioning was leading somewhere else, and I also didnât fancy the divorce proceedings that would probably follow!
I then decided to take the lead, and asked her why the questionsâŚwas it just to give her comfort that I wasnât just a dirty perv? (which I wasâŚand am of course!). She then proceeded to tell me about a situation that had happened many years ago between her and her husband, and with him being a complete dickhead of a guy, he had brought it back up many many times through their relationship to beat her mentally with.
They had done a lot of travelling when they were younger, and through that time they would stay in hostels, campsites and cheap hotels. She told me that they were once staying in a hostel for a couple of days (I canât recall which country), and they had been sharing a single bottom bunk bed in a room with another half dozen bunks. As they were waking one morning the guy who was sleeping on the top bunk started to climb down at the side of them. Susan said that he had ignored the bunk steps and just kind of slid off the bed feet first. She told me that she had been sleeping at that side of the bed, and her husband was behind her, and as the guy slid off the bed and stepped onto the floor, his âhard willyâ (her words) was poking right out in front of his boxers. She said it took her completely by surprise, one because it was pointing right at her and only a few inches awayâŚbut also by the size and thickness, as she said sheâd only really ever looked at her husbands âwillyâ and that this guyâs was just much bigger all round. She said as the guy landed he obviously realised his willy was sticking out and he reached down and stuck it back inside his boxers. She then told me that she made the biggest mistake ever, by turning to her husband and gigglingly saying⌠âDid you see that?....That guyâs willy was huge!â She told me she had said it simply as an innocent laugh, and as she genuinely found it funny to see this big willy poking toward her, and that she hadnât thought of it at the time in any sexual way whatsoever. Dickhead husband on the other hand had seen exactly what she had seen, but didnât take it in a funny way whatsoever!
For the remainder of their travelsâŚ.and for the remainder of their liveâs together he would (amongst various other false accusations) accuse her of âobviouslyâ wanting to have sex with that guyâŚor anyone with a bigger willy than him (all her words) He would accuse her of fantasising about the same guy after they had been having sex etc etcâŚ.all just insecure, bullying behaviourâŚand all of the reasons she was now separating from him after years of it.
SoâŚas she was telling me all of thisâŚwhich probably took no more than 5 minutes, my little guy was still standing fully to attention, and through the conversation, every time she said the word willy, she would make a subconscious little glance towards my bulge (which didnât help the situation at all!). She then told me that her husband very rarely woke up with a stiff willy (again her words), and that he had told her (in response to the guy at the bunk bed) that no guy âaccidentallyâ gets hard, and that it is a choice they makeâŚ.accusing the guy of doing that absolutely on purposeâŚand âobviously because she had probably given him the come on the night beforeâ etc.
As time was moving on for both of us, the conversation ended about there and we both made to get on with the day, but not before she asked (another little glance at my bulge)⌠âso does it just go away by itself?â I again had to stop myself whipping it out and showing her exactly what would make it go away, and again I resisted for fear of poverty and probably death! I told her that most of the time it would just go on itâs own after a bit of time, or sometimes âI would help by having a quick masturbateâ (yesâŚthatâs exactly what I fucking saidâŚand I still cringe lol). I almost came right on that spot however when as she walked out of the room she responded by taking another little look, laughing and saying âwell by the look of things you best go do that thenâ before she headed off.
I admit that about 2 minutes later in the shower I did exactly as she'd instructed!
I did tell my wife all about that whole conversation (ok most of it!) when she got back, and she took it all fine. She also raised the subject with Susan later on as she was genuinely interested in trying to help her work through her separation emotions...and itâs not been mentioned since.
Itâs still deeply entrenched in my own personal wank bank thoughâŚand I still get off on remembering the various times I wandered around in front of this woman with a visible boner.
With regards to Susan, she is a mid 40âs lady, very fit and healthy and quite skinny. Sheâs an extremely nice person, but from what I could tell from knowing her for a few years, and from what my wife had told me, is that sheâs pretty ânon sexualâ and sex just didnât seem to feature in her mindset. As such, although she has a really nice arse, I harboured no real sexual thoughts towards her. All in all she was probably just a bit too âchurchyâ for me.
So, a few days later Susan arrived with a car full of possessions, a lot of tears, and much thanks that we were showing her such kindness. She moved her stuff into one of our spare rooms and tried to make herself at home as best she could. Within a couple of days, she had settled in and life started to get back to some kind of normality, however it was pretty restrictive for me (it always is when people stay with us) because my wife and I often donât bother with clothes when indoors, especially in the mornings. In fact for many years Iâve been proud to strut around showing off my 5 inches of rock hard morning glory boner to my wife as much as possibleâŚ.itâs actually become one of lifeâs little habits, one that I enjoy greatly, and one that I think my wife appreciates too. I actually try to maintain my hard on for as long as possible whilst making breakfast, getting ready etc.
SoâŚwhen people stay with us, this little game has to be cancelled for a bitâŚ.however my morning glory boners donât take any notice of that! This results in me either having to wait for it to subsideâŚand the more I try to get it to go downâŚthe harder it gets! The other tactic is to have a quick wank before leaving the bedroomâŚwhich sometimes feels a bit weird if we have family staying over.
After a few days I decided to discuss this with my wife how it was becoming a bit of a pain to be sitting around the bedroom in the mornings waiting for my cock to go soft, and that I didnât want to have to wank EVERY morning before appearing for breakfast. My wifeâs response took me a little bit by surpriseâŚuntil I remembered that she is as pervy as I am of course! She suggested that I just cover up with a pair of PJ bottoms or shorts, and that I donât make it too obvious if I have a morning boner. She said if Susan notices then she was sure sheâd just look away and ignore itâŚshe had been married herself for nearly 20 years after all.
SoâŚafter considering things for a nano second, I agreed to this solutionâŚ.instantly wondering what kind of shorts might show my cock off the best!!
The next morning as I awoke I was pleased to see that my little fella hadnât let me down, and my cock was as hard as it would ever get. When I get a proper full on hard on, although Iâm now almost 60, it still sticks right up with no droop. So, after a quick brush of the teeth, I slipped on a t shirt and a pair of loose fleece type shortsâŚ.and as I looked in the mirror I thoughtâŚthere is no fucking way I can go downstairs like that! My wife was also giggling at my predicament, but as she left the bedroom she saidâŚcome on then, Iâll make breakfast.
Susan was a really early riser, and most mornings she would get up, go for a run, come back, have a shower and be downstairs making breakfast as my wife and I arrivedâŚand this morning was no different.
Although I was absolutely loving this situation, I admit that I was feeling a little bit over exposed and vulnerable for some reasonâŚand my hard on wasnât in the mood to go anywhere! A quick glance in the hall mirror before I got to the kitchen showed me that Susan wouldnât be in any doubt whatsoever about why my shorts were doing an impression of a tent! I followed my wife into the kitchen, to where Susan was busying herself making tea, and after the exchange of a couple of pleasantries, she turned around to say something to me. As she did, she just naturally looked me up and down, as anyone does to anyoneâŚbut she noticed! She instantly noticed! Although it was maybe only half a second, it felt like her eyes were fixed on my cock bulge for agesâŚand it was a proper skyward pointing bulge that she would not have had any doubts about what was causing it. She then made a conscious effort to look away and continue what she was doing, however I noticed that she was turning very red!
My wife being the woman she is had turned around just at that moment, and completely took me by surprise again by laughing and saying âFor godâs sake Alex, put that away will youâ followed by addressing Susan and saying âI think that bloody Oasis morning glory song was written for himâ âŚthen just carrying on with making breakfast. Susan just also gave a small laugh but didnât say anything in response, and she also managed not to look againâŚby now my hard on had subsided a bit and we ate breakfast and went on our various ways. In the shower a little bit later I couldnât help but have a nice wank whilst reliving the experience in my head!
For the next couple of weeks (not every day of course) this scenario played out a few more timesâŚSusan in the kitchen, myself and wife joining her, my morning glory boner poking out in front of meâŚwith nothing more being mentioned. A couple of times I noticed Susan having a glanceâŚprobably more reflex than choiceâŚbut the wanks after those moments were always the best!
About a week before Susan moved away to her new accommodation, my wife had to leave to go to her fathers for a couple of days. Although she trusts me 100%, she did give me a little knowing look at one point, glanced towards my crotch area and told me to âbehaveâ when she was away. She then jokingly warned me that Susan would tell her everything anyway! I honestly had no plans to do anything other than my morning glory thing anyway, so it was all good.
Next morning when I awoke, realising that the other side of the bed was empty I remembered that my wife was awayâŚI also quickly remembered that Susan would probably be downstairs in the kitchen. My cock seemed to be even harder than normal at this point and I actually questioned whether it would be a step too far to go into the kitchen at all in this state, especially when it would be just the two of us. Anyway, my pervy side took over and I decided to just go for it. So with t-shirt and tented shorts thatâs what I did. As I walked into the kitchen I certainly wasnât trying to make my hard on obvious, however I wasnât trying to hide it eitherâŚand again Susan lookedâŚnot a long lingering look, but maybe a little bit more than the glances sheâd had before.
Now, at this point maybe youâre expecting me to say that she was overcome with lust and she keeled in front of me and sucked me offâŚ..and Iâm sorry to disappoint, but none of that happenedâŚ.but what did happen (to my mind anyway) was even hornier than that. After saying all of our âgood morningâŚwould I like teaâŚdid you sleep wellâŚdid you enjoy your runâ stuff, I was leaning against one of the counter topsâŚcock still straining at the material of my shorts, Susan was now sitting at the kitchen table facing me, and she nodded directly toward my crotch area and said⌠âIs that on purpose, or does it just happen?ââŚ.Talk about being shocked!... I could feel my face going deep red instantlyâŚbut I could also feel even more blood flowing directly to my already solid cock! Trying to sound as casual as possible, I stuttered my response and said âitâs not a purposeful thingâŚ.itâs happened almost every day for as long as I can recall and I donât control itâ. She then said âso itâs not a sexual thing thenâŚmore just a natural occurrence?â.. âYesâ I responded.. âI think most guys probably get hard in the morningsâŚmine just seems to be every morning, and it doesnât go down for a good whileâ.
I really couldnât believe that this conversation was happeningâŚSusan and I talking about my hard cock as it was poking towards her, and me feeling my heart miss a beat every time she happened to glance at itâŚwhich she kept subconsciously doing as she was referring to it!
She repeated her questioning a little bit more, just looking for confirmation that it was a natural happening, and wasnât me choosing to make it hard because I was thinking about sexual stuff. I admitted that of course when it was hard, it could obviously lead to sexual thoughts, but that to wake in the morning to find it already hard absolutely wasnât a choice, and it just happened. At this point I would have liked nothing more than to whip down my shorts and wank a big load off right in front of Susan, as my cock was now so hard it was almost painful! However, I assumed that her questioning was leading somewhere else, and I also didnât fancy the divorce proceedings that would probably follow!
I then decided to take the lead, and asked her why the questionsâŚwas it just to give her comfort that I wasnât just a dirty perv? (which I wasâŚand am of course!). She then proceeded to tell me about a situation that had happened many years ago between her and her husband, and with him being a complete dickhead of a guy, he had brought it back up many many times through their relationship to beat her mentally with.
They had done a lot of travelling when they were younger, and through that time they would stay in hostels, campsites and cheap hotels. She told me that they were once staying in a hostel for a couple of days (I canât recall which country), and they had been sharing a single bottom bunk bed in a room with another half dozen bunks. As they were waking one morning the guy who was sleeping on the top bunk started to climb down at the side of them. Susan said that he had ignored the bunk steps and just kind of slid off the bed feet first. She told me that she had been sleeping at that side of the bed, and her husband was behind her, and as the guy slid off the bed and stepped onto the floor, his âhard willyâ (her words) was poking right out in front of his boxers. She said it took her completely by surprise, one because it was pointing right at her and only a few inches awayâŚbut also by the size and thickness, as she said sheâd only really ever looked at her husbands âwillyâ and that this guyâs was just much bigger all round. She said as the guy landed he obviously realised his willy was sticking out and he reached down and stuck it back inside his boxers. She then told me that she made the biggest mistake ever, by turning to her husband and gigglingly saying⌠âDid you see that?....That guyâs willy was huge!â She told me she had said it simply as an innocent laugh, and as she genuinely found it funny to see this big willy poking toward her, and that she hadnât thought of it at the time in any sexual way whatsoever. Dickhead husband on the other hand had seen exactly what she had seen, but didnât take it in a funny way whatsoever!
For the remainder of their travelsâŚ.and for the remainder of their liveâs together he would (amongst various other false accusations) accuse her of âobviouslyâ wanting to have sex with that guyâŚor anyone with a bigger willy than him (all her words) He would accuse her of fantasising about the same guy after they had been having sex etc etcâŚ.all just insecure, bullying behaviourâŚand all of the reasons she was now separating from him after years of it.
SoâŚas she was telling me all of thisâŚwhich probably took no more than 5 minutes, my little guy was still standing fully to attention, and through the conversation, every time she said the word willy, she would make a subconscious little glance towards my bulge (which didnât help the situation at all!). She then told me that her husband very rarely woke up with a stiff willy (again her words), and that he had told her (in response to the guy at the bunk bed) that no guy âaccidentallyâ gets hard, and that it is a choice they makeâŚ.accusing the guy of doing that absolutely on purposeâŚand âobviously because she had probably given him the come on the night beforeâ etc.
As time was moving on for both of us, the conversation ended about there and we both made to get on with the day, but not before she asked (another little glance at my bulge)⌠âso does it just go away by itself?â I again had to stop myself whipping it out and showing her exactly what would make it go away, and again I resisted for fear of poverty and probably death! I told her that most of the time it would just go on itâs own after a bit of time, or sometimes âI would help by having a quick masturbateâ (yesâŚthatâs exactly what I fucking saidâŚand I still cringe lol). I almost came right on that spot however when as she walked out of the room she responded by taking another little look, laughing and saying âwell by the look of things you best go do that thenâ before she headed off.
I admit that about 2 minutes later in the shower I did exactly as she'd instructed!
I did tell my wife all about that whole conversation (ok most of it!) when she got back, and she took it all fine. She also raised the subject with Susan later on as she was genuinely interested in trying to help her work through her separation emotions...and itâs not been mentioned since.
Itâs still deeply entrenched in my own personal wank bank thoughâŚand I still get off on remembering the various times I wandered around in front of this woman with a visible boner.
4 years ago
