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Patty at Nine (MF, wife, affair)
by Anon NixPixer (1993)

***

      My next door neighbor Patty reminded me a lot of Carol.  Both
had beautiful dark hair and exceptionally pretty faces, and although
Carol was tall and Patty short, there was still something about both
of them that somehow made them sisters.  And while Carol, with her
almond-shaped green eyes and long fine legs looked erotic, Patty was
the very definition of erotic.

      "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 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?...uh, 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...come 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 come," 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 come
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.
