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My Wife Doesn't Masturbate (4)

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Fourth installment


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.



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