The cover photo is it indication of how I was sitting.
I was about twenty-five years old and my wife worked in a restaurant on the night shift, six till midnight and her younger sister came to live with us when she got a job in the city. Pat was twenty-one years old.
She and I were alone in the evenings after she put my two children to bed. One night after I had a shower and was wearing my housecoat, I was sitting on the couch across the room from her.
She said, “Hey.”
I said, “What?
She made a downward nod with her head and I realized that my housecoat was open and she could see my cock.
I said, “Sorry about that.”
She said, “That’s OK, no problem.”
I took that to mean that she didn’t mind what she could see.
That excited me so I decided that I would give her a good show. The next night, I took a shower and sat on the couch with a magazine and I brought my feet up onto the edge of the couch with my feet spread wide apart, and my knees tight together. I was looking at a magazine with photos of beautiful naked girls and got a good hard-on.
With my upper legs pressed together, my hard cock was pressed up against my legs and my cock and balls were in full view.
Pat was watching me while pretending to read a book. I knew that she had a good view of my cock. I could tell that her eyes were looking above her book and at my hard cock.
I did this at least twice a week for about four months. One night, I reached my fingers between my legs and started stroking my cock with my fingertips and waving it back and forth. She smiled at me and I then knew she liked it because she put her book down and watched.
One night she asked me if I was still building model racing cars and if I would show her the latest one I was working on. I retrieved the box and took it over to her. I had my housecoat wide-open, and my hard cock sticking out, I lowered the box down so my stiff cock was above it in her full view. She was getting a real good look at my stiff cock only twelve inches from her face!
She asked me several questions about the car and she reached into the box to pick up the half-finished car. When she did this, her knuckles brushed across the head of my cock. She said, “Oops sorry about that.”
I told her, “No problem.”
After she was looking at the model car and could see my cock close up for about five minutes she replaced the car in the box and the side of her hand brushed along my cock.