My Wife Doesn't Masturbate (4)

My Sweetie Doesn't Masturbate...4th installment

So now I have determined that after about eight years of marriage, my
wife masturbates, even though she won't admit to it. It is quite
erotic for me to know this and watch her as I did once. The reasons
and background can be read in my first post entitled 'My Sweetie
Doesn't Masturbate' and the two sequels.


Getting Lotty horny and then waiting for an opportunity to watch her
pleasure herself had become a challenge for me. Always having to
sneek back into the house was a bit of an inconvenienece, especially
in the summer when the kids had no school and were not absent from the
house. But I did find out that she would would often mastubate after
kissing me goodbye for the morning and before the kids got up.

It was a routine summer morning but I was a little behind schedule.
The kids were still asleep or at least in their rooms and Lotty was making my coffee in the kitchen. There was no time even for the thought of foreplay or sex and actually catching her wasn't even on my mind.

My morning routine went quickly except that I usually stay in the
bedroom and dress. Because I was in a hurry, I slipped out into the
kitchen and said I was going to have my coffee in the bedroom to save
time. Off I went, java in hand and started dressing. But she had
neglected to add the usual sugar and cream which was more than
apparent with the first sip. So back to the kitchen I went and, as I
rounded the corned, there stood Lotty looking out the kitchen window,
hand thrust down the front of her jammy bottoms, fingering away and
jerking her hips. What a nice sight and I instantly became hard.
Jerking off in the hallway was risky because at any moment one of the
kids could burst from their room. So I just fondled my erection
through my pants.

The curious thing was, what was she watching? Whatever it was, it had
turned her on enough to relieve herself right then and there. Her
hips started bucking harder and then she bent over the sink and
spasmed several times as she climaxed. That was my que to exit or get
caught, so I slipped down the hall into the bedroom and went straight
to the window which faced the same way as the kitchen window did.

The view was from our tri-level house onto the neighbor's single story ranch and into their bathroom window. Utterly surprised, I watched our neighbor's wife through their bathroom window sitting on the toilet inspecting her crotch. She lifted a finger to her nose and at that moment I knew she had masturbated and Lotty had watched her, obviously aroused enough to want instant gratification. I heard Lotty coming down the hallway and slipped into the bathroom and sat on the toilet shoving my aching erection down and out of sight.

She said she forgot to put cream and sugar in my coffee and that I had
better hurry or be late for work. Out she went and I grabbed my cock
and stroked to a fast and hard orgasm, shooting my cum into the toilet and wiping my cock dry. As I kissed Lotty goodbye, her musky smell had permeated the kitchen giving me another reason to masturbate
latter that morning at work.

Now I had a couple more situations to explore: Lotty's fascination
with our neighber...and mine.