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Patty and Lemonade
by Anon NixPixer (1993)

***

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)

***

"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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