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The Nosey Neighbor

Jason had no idea his sexy, married neighbor was watching.
I'm Jason Parker, 49, married. I love my wife, but from time to time I will find my thoughts wandering over various fantasies. As a manager of a local coffee shop, my position tends to lead to very unusual schedules and I often find myself with a weekday off, alone at home. Invariably, I spend this time doing shopping and doing fix-it jobs around the house. Basically, I work my way down a honey-do list. But, once the list is done, I get up to naughtier things.

On one particularly hot summer afternoon, I found myself cruising through various porn sites. I eventually settled in and read several stories, until I found myself in a very horny state. I did something next, that I rarely do, I decided to lay back on the bed and jerk off. Now, I don't want to give the wrong idea, I often masturbate. I just usually do my masturbating directly in front of the computer screen. But, on that particular day, maybe it was the heat, maybe it was the fragrant summer breeze blowing in through the bedroom window, but I decided to lay back and enjoy myself.

I made sure to make the bed first, flattening the comforter down, then stripped completely naked. I took a quick glance toward the window, and seeing that the gauzy drapes were obscuring most anything form view, I decided to proceed. Even if I were to be visible, it would be unlikely that anyone was around to look. After all, it was a Wednesday afternoon. The entire neighborhood seemed to be abandoned. The only sounds I could hear were those of a distant dog barking and an even more distant lawnmower droning away.

So, since the scene seemed private enough and quiet enough, I sat on the edge of the bed, then reclined, a fluffy towel near my side for cleanup. I closed my eyes, slowly caressing the underside of my cock, feeling it twitch ever-so-slightly, my shaft rising a bit as my mind raced through the stories and images I had just finished viewing.

My mind grazed over all of the descriptions of pussies and cocks and cum and various fantasy scenes before finally settling in on the remembered description of a younger, college-age girl giving a long, languorous, blowjob to her professor. I slowly took my cock in my hand, squeezing it, thinking of the naturally busty girl leaning over me, her heavy tits brushing my legs while she lets her warm mouth envelope my cock. I increased the pace and pressure on my cock, feeling the breeze blow a bit harder through the window, cooling the tip of my cock where wet precum had formed.

I imagined the girl, so sexy, coming into my office. I remembered the description of how she took the professor deep, then looked up at him and asked, "Do you want to cum in my mouth or on my face?"

I stroked faster, spurred on by this memory, feeling the familiar tension building in my balls until it couldn't be contained any longer. I gasped, my hips rising off the bed as my cum spurted several ropy lines of jizz onto my belly, then fell into smaller, shorter spasms, cum oozing from my purple cockhead down my shaft and over my fingers.

After a few minutes, just basking with my eyes closed, vibrating from my orgasm, feeling my skin cool from the breeze where the cum landed, I finally leaned upward and dried myself with the towel. As I sat up, I just happed to glance toward the bedroom window just as the drapes billowed up again and caught the hint of a shape in the room from the house next door, the window directly opposite mine. I saw the wife from next door, Kate, as she exited her own room, her long dark, red hair giving her identity away.

I sat there, my cum still drying on the towel, still nude on my own bed, wondering, did she see me? If so, how much did she see? I got dressed, trying to convince myself I was just being paranoid. I walked downstairs, returning to my chores for the day. I moved to the garage, restacking some flooring for an upcoming project when I heard the doorbell chime. I immediately thought, great, another salesperson.

I sighed, walked to the door, opened it without thinking and stopped, frozen, as Kate stood there with a very strange look on her face. My mind immediately began to race through possible responses to whatever Kate was going to say. I thought to myself what a fool I must look at that moment.

Kate cocked her head to the side, a mix of awkward amusement flashing across her face, "Are you going to invite me in or just stand there like a stunned teenager?"

I laughed, albeit a bit nervously, "Of course, silly, sorry, of course, come in." I led the way from the entry way to our kitchen. Kate and her husband had been over several times, mostly for a barbecue, but we hadn't interacted very much socially. I would describe our neighbor relationship as friendly but not close.

I tried to keep occupied, not wanting to give away anything on the off-chance she actually hadn't seen a thing and was truly just making a casual visit. I leaned against the refrigerator door, "Would you like water, soda, a beer?"

She laughed again, "It's a bit early for beer," then she paused and said in a very curious tone, "I guess it's too early for lots of things."

I froze again, awkwardly, then another half-hearted smile, "Soda it is, then." I reached into the refrigerator, grabbing each of us a coke, then handing her one and keeping one for myself.

She popped the top, took a deep swig, then sat down on one of the barstools near the counter that separates the kitchen from the dining room, "So, I'm guessing your wife isn't privy to your afternoon... hobby?" She smiled wickedly as she said "hobby."

I sat opposite here, taking a few swallows of coke myself, then, looking down at the counter after a long, awkward pause, "You would be guessing correctly."

She laughed again, "It's okay Jason, I'm not going to tell on you."

I looked up at her and saw that she seemed to be smiling and open and friendly so I just said, "Thanks."

"Can I be honest with you, Jason?"

I felt myself beginning to relax a bit, "Sure."

Now she seemed to display a flash of nervousness, "Well, if I'm going to be totally honest, I found it kind of fascinating." The then quickly seemed to wrestled with a dilemma, "Now... wait, don't get me wrong, I love the hell out of Nathan. I'm not looking for an affair or anything."

I am sure that my eyes widened at that point, "I... I'm not either... "

She took a deep breath, "Good. So, okay, what I'm trying to say here, well, it's kind of awkward."

I nodded, looking her in the eye, truly interested, if not a bit confused, "Go on... "

"Well, I grew up in a house full of sisters and even though I've been with guys and talked to plenty of other women, I've always been curious and a bit baffled by the... well, you know... um... " I saw a slight flush rise in her cheeks, " ...the masturbation habits of guys."

I sit there in stunned silence.

"So, I guess, what I'm saying is, if you promise to keep this a secret just between us, I'd like to ask you some very personal questions about..." once again she seemed to be mustering the courage to say the words, "...questions about... jerking off."

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