[amnesia57]

This is an odd little story that happened to me when I was visiting a friend and his wife in another city. My wife and I had known this couple in graduate school and we had spent a lot of time together. On this visit, I was alone because my wife was off visiting her parents.

I arrived at my friend's house in the late afternoon, just as another houseguest getting ready to leave. We all had dinner together and were sitting around the living room talking. I had a few beers and my friend's wife did too. My friend had to take the other houseguest to the airport that evening, so he wasn't drinking.

Finally around 7 p.m., my friend left to take the houseguest to the airport for his return flight -- a 2-hour round trip. His wife (I'll call her Penny) stayed there and continued chatting in the living room. I was lounging on the floor with my back against a chair, and she was lounging on the sofa. We were both mildly drink by that time and the conversation eventually turned to sex.

Penny was talking about how limited her sexual experience was before she married my friend, and how she had seen very few men naked -- mainly just accidental glimpses of family members. Then she floored me -- she asked if she could see my penis. I thought she was kidding at first but she insisted that she was serious. She said she had only seen one penis up close -- her husband's -- and had always wondered if it was typical or unusual.

After getting some assurances from Penny that she wouldn't tell anyone about this (especially her husband or my wife), I agreed. I got up off the floor, stood up, and unzipped and pulled my pants and underwear down to my knees.

Penny looked at my penis for what seemed like a long time (probably it was just a minute or two) and asked questions about it. Although I wasn't erect when I had dropped my pants, I quickly got hard. She asked where the most sensitive area was, and I pointed out the "sweet spot" on the underside just below the head. She nodded and said her husband's penis had the same sensitive spot. She also asked me if I masturbated (I said yes) and how often (I said 4-5 times a week). She seemed reassured by that, because her husband also masturbated often and she had wondered if that was normal.

I was hoping she'd ask to touch it, or ask to watch me masturbating, but she didn't. After I answered all her questions, she just said, "Okay, that's enough, thanks," and I pulled up my pants and zipped up. When my friend returned from the airport run, she acted perfectly normal and told him we had just passed the two hours chatting about our grad school memories.

I'm still in touch with this couple and Penny has never said a word about that night. But it's been one of my favorite sexual memories and I love to replay it in my mind.