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'Baby' Monitor

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'Baby' Monitor by Willie (showumine@hotmail.com)I'm a 36 year old male who's been stroking my cock regularly since I was about 12. I must confess a real fascination for sights and sounds of a woman masturbating. Guess that why I enjoy phone sex so much. Just the sound of a woman moaning and gasping while I talk to her drives me crazy! Anyway, this the story of how I stumbled into and unexpected chance to play with a very hot neighbor of mine. It was about five years ago when my youngest child was a baby. Being our first, my wife was extremely paranoid nd kept the baby monitor turned on at all times. Living on one side of us was a younger, very attractive couple (early 20's I'd guess). My wife jokingly called them "Ken & Barbie" because they looked so perfect! Jen, her real name, had a real innocently sexy look about her. About 5'4", maybe 110 pounds, light brown hair and breasts that weren't huge, but noticeably large for her frame. She always seemed pretty shy and I didn't really know her much beyond saying hello from the driveway. Her husband, Tom, played basketball for the local university and struck me as somewhat of a prick. I'd tried striking up conversations with him on several occassions but he didn't seem interested in becoming friendly. I soon found out that he wasn't overly friendly to his wife either. One evening, my wife scooped up the baby and headed to her sisters for a visit. I was looking forward to a relaxing evening in front of the tube. As I walked past the baby's room, I noticed that the baby monitor was still on. When I clicked it off, I discovered for the first time that when you leave the monitor receiver on but turn off the unit in the baby's room, I could pick up nearby cordless phone conversations. What I heard was my neighbor Jen talking to her mother. She was complaining that Tom barely paid attention to her. Apparently he was more concerned with his job and playing basketball at the racquet club with his college buddies. I felt sort of odd listening, but I couldn't turn it off. Over the next couple of weeks, I listened to 3-4 more of her phone conversations on the baby monitor. She was getting more and more frustrated and discussed divorce if Tom didn't become more attentive. I began thinking more and more about this frustrated young lady next door, imaging the two of us together. Then one Saturday night, something incredible happened that made me decide to try and make a move. My wife was at a shower for one of her friends and had taken the baby with her. Bored, I clicked on the baby monitor hoping to catch Jen on the phone. What I heard blew me away. It was Jen gasping and moaning. A male voice was telling her to "rub the cucember slowly up and down her pussy lips." As he instructed her on how to get herself off with this vegetable, her moans became more frequent and and audible. Every now and then she'd gasp the name Greg. I have no idea who this Greg guy was, but I didn't care! I had my shorts off and my stiff cock in my hand in a matter of seconds. From her voice, I could tell her orgasm was approaching. I wanted to cum with her, and even though I'd only been stroking my dick for less than a minute, I wasn't far off. Greg told her to push the tip of the cucumber into her pussy and she obviously obeyed, letting out a long, low groan. She was such a small girl, I couldn't imagine that she could take much of a cucumber into her pussy, but she was obviously trying. You started whimpering, "Oh God, Greg, Oh God..." I started yanking for all I was worth and just as she blurted out she was going to cum, I exploded!! Squirting my cum further than I'd shot in a long time. I sat there panting as I listened to her whisper, "Oh God" over and over again. After she came down, she seemed sort of embarrased about the whole thing and told Greg she had to go. I just sat there thinking about her and soon I was rock hard again. I slipped into the shower, soaped myself up and stroked my cock until I shot again. The next afternoon, I was in the yard pulling some dandelions when Jen came out to wash her car. After a bit, I got up the nerve to walk over strike up a conversation with her. I joingly asked her if she wanted to do my car when she finished. She said she'd make me a deal, she'd wash my car if I'd pull her weeds. I muttered under my breath that I had something I'd rather pull. I guess I said it a little louder than I thought because she laughed and said, "Oh yeah?" I must have turned red because she laughed even harder and asked if something was wrong. I apologized and she smiled and said there was no reason to be sorry. We made some small talk while she washed her car. She told me she thought my daughter was one of the cutest babies she'd ever seen. Mentioning the baby opened the door for me to try and bring up hearing her phone conversation. I knew she might smack me, but I had to take the chance. I laughed that my wife was really protective of the baby and always had the baby monitor on. Then I said, "Hey, I'll give you some advice. It you have a cordless phone, watch what kinds of conversations you have on it. Those baby monitors pick up cordless phones." For a moment, she just stared at the ground and I thought for sure I'd made a huge mistake. Then she looked at me sheepishly and asked if I'd heard any good conversations. I told her that the night before, I'd heard something very exciting and unusual. It was obvious we both knew. Now it was up to her what happened next. After another long pause, Jen asked me if I was thristy and I said I could use a beer. She asked if my wife would miss me and I told her she was busy painting our bedroom and bathroom while I did the yard work. Jen smiled and told me I needed a break. I followed her into the house and asked where Tom was. She told me he played basketball every Sunday and never got home before dinner. I sat down on the couch and she headed for the kitchen, returning with a beer for each of us. She really looked great wearing a pair of running shorts and a 1/2 shirt that hung down just above her navel. She took a long sip of her beer and started to speak. She look down at the floor and asked me to tell her more about the conversation I'd heard. I said that apparently there was a very sexy lady in the neighborhood who wasn't getting the attention she needs from her husband. She slowly looked up at me and in a voice I could barely hear, she said, "I want you to know that we can't touch one another." I nearly dropped my beer. I asked her what she meant and she said that I turned her on but that we were both married and that there couldn't be any touching. That would be wrong. That was totally cool with me as I'd never cheated on my wife. Jen slowly pulled her shirt over her head and dropped it on the floor. Her bra hooked in the front and she quickly undid it, shrugged her shoulders back and let it fall onto the couch. There she was, four feet away, beautiful rounded breasts topped with large tan nipples. I couldn't even speak. I just sat there staring with this incredible bulge in my jean shorts. She smiled and said, "Show me." I stood, unbuttoned and unzipped my shorts and let them fall to the floor. Then I quickly slipped my jockey shorts off and stood before her. She just stared, nodding and then asked me to touch it. I was definitely getting into this now and I wrapped my right hand around my cock and began to stroke it very slowly. She moaned and pressed her hand to the front of her shorts. Her nipples were now stiff and she was squirming. The look in her eyes made me even crazier and I wanted to shoot for her, but I also wanted to watch her in action, preferably with that cucumber. "Help me," I whispered. She grinned and asked what I wanted. I stammered a bit and couldn't bring myself to say it. After a moment, she smiled and said, "I think I know what you want." She stood and headed back into the kitchen. She returned a moment later without her shorts on and with the cucumber in her hand. Her big boobs swayed as she walked. I nearly shot my load watching her walk towards me totally naked. As she sat down, she looked up and said, "this is our little secret, right?" I nodded as she began to rub the cucumber up and down her slit. It was just like Greg had instructed her on the phone the night before. She rubbed it faster and faster, back and forth. I could see her pussy lips spreading open and her juices shining on the cucumber. I gotta tell you, it was all I could do not to shoot. I wanted this to last as long as possible, but I knew I didn't have much time. Between moans, I told her to slide it in. She leaned back, spread her legs further and I watched in amazement as her tiny pussy opened wide enough to accept the first 3 inches or so of the cucumber. I breathed in deeply and stepped forward. I was standing right over her now, looking down on her as she slowly fucked herself with this vegetable. She stared up at me, watching me massage my swollen cock. She knew I was holding out for all I was worth and she whispered, "go ahead!" That's all I needed to hear. I squeezed the head of my cock tightly as she pushed more that green makeshift cock another inch or two deeper into herself and grunted. With a final pull, I exploded! The first shot hit her chin and between her tits, the second and third splashed on her stomach and across her hand, the cucumber and her pussy. Feeling my hot cum coat her apparently set her off. She thrust her hips upwards and cried out, holding the cucumber still as she ground her pussy against it. Her orgasm must have lasted 30 seconds. It was the most amazing thing I've ever seen live! I stumbled backwards and fell onto the couch panting. She lifted her head and smiled. Then she put her finger to her pursed lips, reminding me that this was our secret. I nodded knowingly and thanked her. She pointed out that I probably ought to get back to the yardwork before my wife missed me. Still in a daze, I pulled my shorts on and headed out the front door. The whole thing had lasted only 15 minutes, but I know I'll never forget it...or her! Jen and I never repeated our get-together and she must have tossed her cordless phone because I never picked up another conversation from her house again. Actually, she and Tom did end getting divorced about 2 months later. they sold the house and went they're seperate ways. I haven't seen her since. I'd love to hear from other women who enjoy watching and being watched.