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Patty and Lemonade
by Anon NixPixer (1993)
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Is mutual masturbating cheating? If two consenting
adults watch each other get off, but they are married
to other people, is it cheating? (MF, mast, exh)
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"Do you like to masturbate?" Patty asked me softly, her
voice barely audible over the hum of the fan. We were
sitting next door on her screened porch on a hot and
humid Saturday afternoon sipping from tall glasses of
Lynchberg lemonade. I had just finished mowing my lawn
when Patty called out from her porch and offered me a
drink. I accepted, glad for the opportunity to cool
off. My wife, Joy, was out grocery shopping and Patty's
husband "Howie" had gone to play tennis.
As I entered the cool of her porch through the screened
door, Patty smiled at me and handed me a towel which I
used to wipe the sweat from my face and neck, and then
she went back into her kitchen to bring the drinks
while I admired her porch. It was furnished with a
large straw mat rug and white rattan furniture,
cushioned in greens, the overhead fan humming and
gently rustling the fronds of the huge ferns suspended
from the beams under the roof.
She returned with a round tray bearing a pitcher filled
with ice and sliced lemons and the light brown
concoction made from Sprite, sweet and sour mix, and
Jack Daniels, and poured the drinks into tall glasses,
and then sat down across from me, her eyes looking at
me from over the top of her glass. I could hear strains
of "Afternoon Delight" playing softly from a radio
somewhere in her house.
Patty was wearing blue jean cut-offs and a light blue
wrap-around top which tied behind her back, obviously
no bra, and sandals on her bare feet. She was about
thirty-five at the time, and was a very striking and
fine looking woman, her dark auburn-black hair full and
shinny, and seductive dark green eyes that gave her the
appearance of a cover girl.
She had nice tits - not too big, and wonderfully cute
sexy legs, soft but well muscled from frequent jogging.
Her upper lip was soft and full, like Ali McGraw's, and
it bore a fine line of perspiration because of the heat
of the day. Her eyes did not miss the fact that my eyes
were eating her up, and the corners of her mouth turned
up into a kind of smug knowing smile as she watched my
eyes devour her.
We started chatting and somehow got philosophical,
talking about how things in our lives had not turned
out to be what we thought they would be, and the
conversation moved along and became focused on our
respective marriages. Patty offered the opinion that
her sex life was one thing that fell into the group of
things that hadn't turned out like she thought it
would. "Thank God for masturbation," she giggled,
flashing her seductive eyes at me, "the housewife's
sanctuary."
We had been just "good friends" up to that point, but
there was something between us and we both knew it. The
mutual attraction was undeniable, and I had thought
many times about what it would be like to feel her in
my arms and make love to her puss, especially when I
jerked off, needing a little relief when my wife wasn't
around. Patty's fantasies ran parallel as I found out
in this conversation.
I was intrigued rather than shocked with her question,
and didn't answer her right away. She squirmed a little
bit with the shamelessness of her expression of
curiosity, but she saw that my eyes were already
answering for me.
"Well, do you?" she asked a little more directly,
knowing from my eyes, but wanting to hear me say it
anyway.
"Sometimes," I admitted, not sure enough of myself to
tell her that I probably jerked off more than most
guys. It wasn't from any lack of sexual satisfaction
from my wife, but rather that I was just highly sexed,
and it was something I had done since I was a teenager,
liking the sexual variety that I could conjure up as I
fantasized about a variety of sexual things.
She looked at me and smiled deviously. "If I didn't
masturbate, I'd hardly have any sex life at all," she
confided, without even the slightest hint of shame.
"I'd probably go crazy without it," she went on. The
trouble is, I'm starting to get hooked on it," she
admitted, "and lately I've been thinking about you a
lot... when I do it," she added devilishly, her eyes
flashing.
The thought of her lying naked on her bed with her
fingers playing between her incredibly sexy legs
flashed through my mind. I thought it was pretty ironic
that I might be jerking off while I fantasized about
her, and not fifty feet away, separated by layers of
drywall and vinyl siding, she might be diddling herself
with the same fantasy at the same time.
"Well I wouldn't worry about it," I said. "I think
almost everybody does it when they feel horny and just
need a little quick relief," I reasoned.
"Do you do it a lot? Uhm, I mean, well... like as much
as I do?" she stammered. "I mean, well, like several
times a week?" She was gazing at me, her hooded eyes
looking directly into mine. I wondered why she was
asking me these questions. Was she just trying to put
her particular sexual vice in perspective? Or was this
leading up to something else.
"Uh, well... yeah, I probably do it that much on
average," I answered. My dick was stirring in my shorts
with this turn of conversation. "And I also like to
think about you when I do it," I admitted. Her eyes
melted, the corners of her mouth turned up in a
cherubic smile.
"Oh god, that turns me on," she blurted out in a hushed
voice, her cheeks turning pink. "I'm getting wet right
now, thinking about it," she said matter-of-factly, and
rather breathlessly.
There was a pause in the erotic conversation and her
sexy eyes were pleading with me to make the next move.
I wondered if she was wishing she were alone right now
so she could masturbate, or if she was feeling horny
enough to masturbate right now, right here in front of
me on her porch. I certainly was feeling aroused, and I
couldn't help picturing her fingering her slit while
she watched me jerk off to her.
My cock was now fully erected, tenting the front of my
terry shorts, and Patty's eyes hadn't missed the
spectacle. "Would you like to show me how you do it?" I
asked softly. "I'd love to watch you do it for me."
Patty smiled, calculating, her eyes cutting away to
survey the distant homes across our back yards, and
then she scrunched the back of her ass down to the edge
of her chair and looked back at me, the movement
causing her cut-offs to ride up, and I could see the
puffy outline and the shape of her cunt pressing
against her crotch. She knew I could see it, her eyes
following mine, and then falling to my crotch as my
cock throbbed, lifting the front of my shorts.
"And what would you do if I did?" she asked
coquettishly.
What would I do? I thought quickly... sensing that my
answer might be critical. The answer was obvious. She
had started the direction of this conversation by
telling me that she masturbated, and we had both just
admitted that we jerked off fantasizing about each
other. Fuck, she WANTED to do it right now, but she
wanted complicity. She was unwilling to gamble, to take
it further, without my taking the lead. That would
indemnify her against being embarrassed if I turned her
down.
"I'd have to do it with you," I said quietly, my cock
applauding by raising itself up again, tenting the
front of my shorts.
Her eyes were zeroed in on the swelling, and she wet
her pouty lips with a swish of her tongue. When she
raised her eyes up to look at my face, I could see that
her eyes had grown sleepy with lust, the corners of her
mouth turned up in a smile of understanding, and she
drew a deep breath and let it out slowly. She
readjusted herself, squirming nervously in her chair
and I saw that her nipples had grown taunt, sticking
out through the material of her halter.
She frowned then, as if making a difficult decision, or
perhaps at the kinkiness of the idea, like someone
would frown when tasting something delicious for the
first time.
"Well then... lets have a little fun," she sighed and
reached for the buttons of her cut-offs which she
opened with her delicate fingers one-by-one. She wasn't
wearing any panties and that became immediately evident
as she exposed the smooth skin of her abdomen and the
dark muff of her crotch. She lifted her hips,
momentarily suspending herself between her shoulders
and her feet, and let the cut-offs slide down around
her ankles. Her eyes were on me again, watching for my
reaction, and then she spread her delicious thighs
apart and I found myself looking directly at the
exposed puffy gash of her splendid naked snatch.
She had a beautiful cunt, nice wide butterfly lips
parting her dark neatly trimmed thatch, the pink of her
vagina a coral color. Her labia had little "wings"
which tried to join together, and she pulled them apart
with two fingers. I could see that she was already wet
with her desire for sex, a large drop of her pre-coital
lubricant gathered at the bottom of her slit.
She reached for the gathering of the clear nectar with
the middle finger of her other hand and drew it upward
through her cleft and spread it over her clitoris as if
she were spreading lemon-butter over a pealed shrimp,
and I watched, fascinated, as she teased her clitoris
with her slippery finger. It was clear by the
expression on her face, the turned-up corners of her
mouth and the hunger in her eyes that she was enjoying
masturbating in front of me.
You already Know that I love watching a female
masturbate. I have seen my wife, Joy, as well as the
many other women I've told you about do it again and
again, and I can't count how often I've done it with
them. That was one of the things that my wife and I
found we had in common back when we were dating. And I
had watched girls do it in sex videos and it always
made my cock get hard.
The idea of watching my delicious sexy neighbor Patty
doing it right in front of me was making my cock really
hard now, throbbing with the need to be squeezed and
stroked, just like yours probably is right now as you
read this. I was stunned that my fantasy was about to
come true.
"Well?" she said expectantly.
I reached down and pulled the leg band of my sweaty
terry shorts to one side, and then my sweaty briefs,
and dug my cock out for her. It stood almost straight
up, proud and erect, and she looked at it and spread
her legs a little further apart, thrusting her hips
forward as if her body was reaching for me. Her fingers
continued to gloss over her clit, pleasuring it as I
closed my fingers around my hard-on and squeezed it,
beginning to rub it up and down, jerking off for her
and at the sight of her masturbating at the same time.
"You want to see my clit?" she breathed, and before I
could react, she pursed her lips in a kiss and reached
down with her other hand and spread the flat lips of
her sweet sex, and with her fingers, pulled the skin of
her mons upward so that her clitoris stood up, peeking
out from under her clitoral hood. She had a rather
large clit, about the size of the end of my little
finger, and I wondered if girl's clits get enlarged
from frequent masturbation.
I wanted to get down between her sexy legs and kiss and
lick her there, but held back from my compulsion. The
opening of her vagina clenched as she watched my eyes
do what I had thought about doing. Then she began to
rub her clitoris again, masturbating wantonly as I
jacked my cock watching her, her finger alternately
pressing against her lips and then running down into
the valley between the wide petals of her cunt.
"You've got a nice big dick," she whispered admiringly,
"just like I pictured it," she said softly and smiled
at me, her eyes glazing with the erotic enjoyment of
what we were doing.
I'm just average sized, about 6-1/2," but I was glad
that she thought I was big. "You've got a really nice
body," I whispered in return. "Show me your tits too,"
I said, and immediately she tugged the cross-tied
material of her top up and exposed her breasts to me.
Her breasts were really nice, firm, and rounded on the
undersides, her pink aureole smooth and not too large,
supporting her small but up-turned hard nipples.
Teenage size tits. She cupped one in her left hand and
gently squeezed her nipple between her thumb and
forefinger as the fingers of her other hand continued
to work at her clitoris. Almost every time I've watched
a girl masturbate, she has played with her nipples
while she did it. That has been a strong clue for me
about how to get a girl to climax when I do it for her.
"I want to see you... cum for me," she whispered. "Pump
your cock and make your jizz squirt out for me."
The words were hardly out of her mouth before my cock
seized up and surged out a pre-mature dribble of my
cum. I grasped my dick at the root and squeezed hard,
stemming the sensation of my orgasm, and when the
tremendous need to squirt off had passed, I slicked the
slippery jizz over my softening cock and jacked it up
and down until the blood reversed course and I erected
again, my hand making little "slick-slick-slick" sounds
as I stroked it back to its original size.
"I almost came," I muttered.
"Yeah, I saw it," she answered, her eyes glistening,
and she dinked her finger into the opening of her
vagina, masturbating faster now and with more purpose.
"Now you can watch me cum," she said, her voice
quaking, the pad of her middle finger rubbing
incessantly over her rigid clit. We watched each other
masturbate for several more minutes like that, Patty
holding her breast with one hand and flicking her clit
with the other while I jerked off watching her.
We didn't talk any more. There was no need for it. We
were both getting off on watching each other live out
the fantasy of jerking off while watching each other
masturbate.
Then she leaned back in her chair, intent on making
herself orgasm, and spread her labia apart with her
fingers as she aroused herself faster and faster. I
noticed a blush forming across her chest as she brought
herself closer, straining to reach her climax.
Watching her masturbate so uninhibitedly made me want
to cum with her, and my fist started to go into
overdrive on my dick, jerking faster now, and I felt my
climax coming again.
"Ohhhh..." Patty breathed. "Cumming..." she panted, and
then her face wrinkled as the convulsions of her climax
welled up in her body and she began to experience the
sweet release of her orgasm. Her eyes glazed, exposing
the depth of her pleasure, and then her mouth formed
the long letter "O" as her climax came full force, her
pelvis jerking, and as I watched her masturbate to her
feeling, I came too, my fist pumping out a large squirt
of semen as I came with her.
At the last moment, I grabbed the damp towel she had
given me and held it in front of my dick and squirted
off into it, jetting off gobs of cum into the cloth so
that I wouldn't spoil her straw rug, groaning as my
hand pumped the jizz out of my cock. She watched me
jerk out the spurts of cum as she had her climax, each
of us taking our pleasure from watching the other
orgasm.
When it was over, Patty smiled at me, flushed from her
having had her gratification and said, breathlessly,
her face flushed, "That was fun..." and then she simply
pulled her top back down and adjusted it, and pulled
her cut-offs back up and refastened them as I stuffed
my spent dick back into my shorts. In just minutes it
was over, like it had never happened at all.
She took a long sip from her glass as she looked at me
again. "I'd like to do that again sometime," she
paused. "When we have more time."
I lifted my glass in a toast. "Anytime," I answered
simply, astonished at what had just happened.
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