I bought my first house when I was 26 years old. My neighbors were Jennifer and John, a couple about twice my age. Being older, my manners taught me to call them Mr. and Mrs., by their last name, until they insisted Jennifer and John was fine. I could tell John was a lot older than Jennifer. We had a low fence dividing our yards with hedges on both sides of the fence, but we could each pier over, if we really wanted to see into the other's back yard. We often made small talk over the fence. John was pleasant but reserved. Never had too much to say. Just "hello, how's it goin,' nice day, catch you later" kind of stuff. I usually saw him leaving or coming home from work. He worked Monday through Friday and my days off at the time were Tuesdays and Wednesdays.
Jennifer, on the other hand, was very friendly with me. She was a stay-at-home housewife. Oddly, although her name was Jennifer, she looked a lot like Courteney Cox. She was tall, about 5' 10, black hair, slender, shapely body, long legs, pretty face, green eyes, and a great, warm smile. Her fingernails were always manicured, usually an enticing red or burgundy color. I guessed her to be about 45. She was often barefoot, pretty feet with painted toenails that matched her fingernails. She worked out at a nearby gym and kept herself in great shape. Even though she was a lot older than me, a very attractive and sexy woman. I would often see Jennifer laying out in a bikini or short-shorts and a halter top in their backyard, suntanning, especially on my days off. She would be reading or playing on her phone. I "conveniently" always made sure I had some yardwork to do when I saw her outside. I did my fair share of trying to innocently peek over the fence. I could have been imagining it, but Jennifer seemed to like seeing me and would often come over to the fence to strike up a conversation. I always had an erection seeing Jennifer laying out or when we talked over the fence. I thought I even saw her glancing down there at me on more than one occasion, checking out the bulge in my pants.
One Tuesday, after John had gone to work, Jennifer was outside again, lounging in shorts and a tee-shirt, barefoot, looking great as usual. She came to the fence to chat. Noticeably, she was without a bra. I could see her nipples protruding through her shirt. She said to me, "Tommy, would you mind coming over for a bit? I'd like to talk to you about something."
"Sure, Jennifer. Be right over." I locked up the house and headed over. I rang the bell.
Jennifer called out, "It's open, Tommy. Please come in. I'm in the kitchen."
It was the first time I was in their house. Jennifer kept a very neat, clean house, apparently with a flair for decorating too. I found her in the kitchen and complimented her on how nice her---their---house looked.
"Thank you. Would you like coffee?"
"Sure. Cream and sugar, please."
She got our coffee's and we sat at her kitchen table together. I placed my hand in my lap to cover the growing bulge in my pants.
She started in, "Tommy, I have something very serious I'd like to discuss with you. I must have your complete trust. This must remain private, only between you and me. My husband must never know about this. Can I trust you?"
"Yes, of course," I said, wondering what this was all about.
"Please don't judge me. Hear me out before you say anything."
I assured her I would.
"John and I have been married for 10 years. It's s second marriage for both of us. I'm 51. John is 64. Our kids are grown and moved out. Honestly, we have a very good marriage, and I don't want that to change. I love John, very much. I would never cheat on him. I won't be unfaithful to him. I would never want to hurt him. He's a wonderful man. But due to medical issues, John is impotent. It's been over 4 years. We've tried things but he can no longer perform sexually. He won't even discuss it anymore. He feels emasculated. I still suck my husband's limp penis just to show him how much I love him. He does give me oral, but I feel like I'm pressuring him to do it. All that said, I still have fantasies and I have a high libido. I'm a voyeur and an exhibitionist. I like to watch and be watched. The one thing I really miss isn't the intercourse, but it's SEEING a man's hard cock. And I want to watch a man masturbate. Neither of my husband's would ever do that for me. What I'm asking, Tommy, is for you to be my mutual masturbation partner. We'll both masturbate together. No touching each other. That would feel like cheating. There may not be a difference to some people but pleasuring ourselves isn't cheating to me. My husband's penis, 4 years ago, will be the last one to ever penetrate me.
You do like girls---women---don't you, Tommy? Do I have your interest so far?"
I gulped. "Ummm, I'm not sure what to say. I've never done anything like this. Of course, I love women and I don't have a current girlfriend. But yes, Jennifer, I can't believe a beautiful woman like you would ask me to do this."
"Good. It would be on your days off and my husband is at work. We could do it here. We can watch each other, dirty talk, tell each other our fetishes and fantasies, maybe watch some porn. I'll do and show you anything you want to see. You can get as close as you want to my body and examine me. Just no touching. I just want to see you naked, with a hard-on. And try to maintain the hard-on throughout the session, however long it lasts. I can help talk you through masturbating. Do you ever watch porn or girls on webcams?"
"Well, yes, a little," I said, trying to act innocent about doing that.
"Think of me as your webcam girl, only in person for you. I know I'm not a 20 something hardbody like you probably date, but I do try to keep myself in shape."
"Jennifer, I've never been able to tell you this, but I think you're so beautiful. You know how I always stare at you in the backyard. I just could never say anything to you before. I hope it's ok that I said it now."
"Of course, it is. And that's the kind of honest talk I want us to have when we're masturbating together. To hear you say you like my body will help me reach orgasms."
"So, what do we do now," I wondered to myself. I didn't have to wait long to find out.
"Tommy, I must remind you, my husband can never find out about this. It would hurt him terribly and ruin our marriage. He's a good husband, a good man and a good provider."
"I understand, Jennifer. I'd be embarrassed too, if he found out I was doing this, you know, jacking-off for his wife."