Once, a woman who was a neighbour and I were the last two still going strong late on after a party. We were both about fifty at the time, far too old to be playing "I'll show you mine." Both being married with children, we should have had more sense.
As we sat chatting, I mentioned to her that a drunk woman had tried to pull my pants down earlier. As an after thought, I asked if she'd like me to drop them for her. She looked shocked and said, "certainly not."
It was just banter really, but I didn't let it go. A couple of minutes later, I said, "Are you sure you don't want me to drop my pants." This time, she thought about it for a little while, before saying "Oh! Go on, then."
So I stood up in front of her and we briefly looked each other in the eye. Then her gaze fell to my crutch in anticipation. My hands were shaking and I had a nervousness in the pit of my stomach. She continued staring as I slowly unbuttoned my jeans and let them down all the way.
I watched her face throughout. When she saw my cock and balls, her eyes nearly popped. It was an amazing feeling knowing that she was enjoying it. The adrenaline buzz was better than I can ever remember experiencing.
I now understood how my wife must have felt when
a builder saw her naked. No wonder she did it again with other men.
I never took it any further with the woman. When I finally got to bed, I woke my wife and fucked her. I wish I'd had the courage to tell her what I'd done.