June 19th, 2024

I (37f) have been married to my wife for over ten years and in all that time I have never ever been unfaithful. I have definitely flirted with other people – I am conventionally attractive, played sports in college, and have worked hard to keep my body looking good, so I get hit on by men and women frequently and I love the attention – but I have never and would never cheat.

About three years ago we installed an outdoor shower enclosed by a kind of wooden booth and that is where I usually wash in the summers. With the weather starting to get hot, I took my first outdoor shower of the year one morning last week. The shower curtain that draws across the opening looked gross and moldy from being left out all winter so I didn’t want to touch it and just left it open. I wasn’t really thinking about it too much, but the opening of the shower faces our next door neighbors and you can clearly see it from their back deck. We live near the local community college and there is a group of younger men, I guess in their early 20s, who live there. There was no one out on the deck when I started showering but soon after I looked up and one of the boys was standing out on the porch drinking something out of a mug and pretending not to be sneaking glances at me.

At first I was startled and my instinct was to grab my towel and run inside, but I decided to rinse the conditioner out of my hair first While I was doing that the idea of being watched started to turn me on, so I pretended not to notice the neighbor pretending not to notice me. I took an extra long time in the shower, turning around to show off my body, soaping and rinsing more times than I needed to so he could really get an eyeful. When he went inside after what seemed like forever, I turned off the water, went to my bedroom and masturbated before getting dressed.

I work from home and my wife leaves the house pretty early, so I shower when I want and have the place to myself. I decided that I would shower at the same time the next day – 9:30am – and see if the same neighbor would be out there. He wasn’t, so I tried again the day after, and sure enough there he was with the same mug before I even got out to the shower. I hesitated for half a second, then took my robe and turned the water on. This time when I looked over at him I caught him staring directly at me and he got so scared he almost spilled his drink, which was adorable. I waved and blew him a kiss and he turned bright red and then went inside. I really hope he jerked off to what he saw, I know I stroked myself again thinking about it.

I haven’t seen him since, but I hope he comes out again. Maybe next time I’ll masturbate while he’s watching :)

June 24th, 2024

First I should say that I checked in with my wife about what had already happened and she thought it was funny, which was a huge relief. We talked about it and she said I could keep teasing the neighbor boy as long as there’s no touching and I keep her updated. I took that as permission to escalate, and boy did I ever.

So, this past Friday I went out in my robe to shower in the outdoor shower at a time that I knew the neighbor boy would be having his morning coffee on the porch. When he saw me, his eyes went big and he turned to go inside, but I called him over to the fence and told him I wanted to chat. He was immediately apologetic about seeing me in the shower earlier and said that he really didn’t mean to. I told him that it didn’t bother me at all, that I go to nude beaches all the time (which is true) and he doesn’t have to go inside just because I’m choosing to shower outside where I can be seen. I learned that his name is Brandon, he’s 21 years old, doing pre-requisites at the community college to go to school for engineering, he has a girlfriend, and both of his roommates are out of the house every weekday morning. He and his roommates have the lease until the end of July, and they are probably not going to renew. I told him to call me Mrs. Robinson, but I don’t think he caught the reference.

While we were talking I let my robe hang very loose around my shoulders so he could get a good look at my cleavage, which I saw him peeking at again and again. Then, as we were running out of introductory things to say to each other, I pulled my robe off while still facing him, told him that I was off to shower, reminded him that it was totally fine if he wanted to stay out on his back deck and finish his coffee. We have replaced the shower curtain in the meantime so I could have pulled it shut, but I didn’t. He stayed outside through my whole shower, and again pretended not to be looking at me the whole time as I took my sweet time lathering up my whole body, turning to make sure he got the best angles, bending and stretching so that he could see every part of me. He was still standing there, almost but not quite openly staring when I finished, waved to him, and told him I’d see him next time. Then I went inside and touched myself for a long time thinking about what I did and what I was going to do.

Monday morning (today) came around and Brandon was out on his deck clearly waiting for me, although he was making a pretense with his coffee mug and staring out across the back lawn of his house. I shouted hello and went right for the shower. After I had washed and conditioned my hair, I started soaping my body. With my body facing him but at an angle so that it wouldn’t be too obvious, I started teasing my nipples, one at a time, until they were fully erect, then pulled on them just a little and felt my blood rushing to all of the most sensitive parts of my body. I took the handheld shower head and used it to rinse off as I always do, but this time as I sprayed under my crotch, I stopped and held it there for several seconds and looked up at him. I had his full attention. I had trimmed my pubes special for this occasion so he could see everything. Using my other hand I reached down and started gently rubbing my clit and between my lips. I shut my eyes as my pussy got wetter and wetter. I sprayed the water all over me and then put the handheld back in it’s holder and stood under the water with one hand on my pussy and the other rubbing my tits and belly. Soon I was rubbing and fingering myself and moaning, glancing up periodically to make sure he was still there. He didn’t move from his spot.

When I finished, I licked my fingers while looking right at him before rinsing off again. I put on my flip flops and walked over to the fence. His dick was very obviously hard under his basketball shorts, but for some reason he was trying to hide it. I told him that this can happen again, but only if he doesn’t tell his roommates or his girlfriend. He agreed and asked if I was trying to fuck him, and I acted offended and said that I’m married, but there’s no harm in looking.

This just happened a few hours ago and I’m still completely flushed. I can’t wait to see where this adventure goes. I have one whole month to play with him. I’ll keep you all updated.

June 28th, 2024

The day after I fully masturbated to climax while Brandon watched, I went out to the backyard shower as usual, but he wasn’t out on his deck. Which is fine, people have lives and I don’t expect my newfound exhibitionism kink to be the center of his mornings, but I definitely felt like I had lost some of the power in our relationship and I wanted it back. So the next day, Wednesday, I ignored him completely even though he was staring at me, and just took a normal shower without theatrics while he stood on his deck looking.

As I started walking back into my house he called out to me and asked if he could ask me a question. I came nearer to the fence and told him to go ahead. He could barely get it out, but through lots of stuttering, stammering, and avoiding eye contact he told me that he hadn’t stopped thinking about watching me cum the other day and would it be okay maybe if some time he could masturbate while watching me. It was incredibly sweet and made me feel very safe that he would ask for consent like that. I pretended to think about it for most of a minute and then told him that I had a lot of meetings that day (which was true) so I wasn’t able to really think about that (which was not true; I couldn’t think about much else), but I was going to need his help with something in the morning, and could he please come to the back gate at 9:15 sharp. He said of course he would.

That brings us to yesterday. Brandon was waiting at the gate when I walked out there in the old t-shirt and sweatpants I wear during morning chores. I hung my robe up on the hook right inside the entrance to the little wooden shower booth, invited him into the yard, and told him to come with me. He asked what I needed help with and followed me to the shower. I told him to “hold this” as I pulled off my t-shirt and handed it to him. His mouth literally dropped open and his eyes went wide as I took off my sweatpants and handed them to him as well. I could see him swallow again and again out of nerves, or maybe he was just salivating at my body. Either way it felt powerful. I turned the water on and soaked my hair, then asked him to please put my clothes on the seat behind him and pass me the conditioner. He did. I put some in my hair, handed the bottle back and told him to put it away. I rinsed out the conditioner and asked him to hand me the body wash, which he did. He tried to touch me a couple of times with whichever hand wasn’t busy with the tasks I was giving him, but each time I told him that I will not cheat on my wife, and he shouldn’t cheat on his girlfriend either.

By this point his erection under his basketball shorts was practically pointing right at me and he was lightly touching it over his clothes. I asked him if he wanted to take it out and before I could even finish my sentence his shorts were off. He looked ridiculous standing there with just a shirt on so I told him to take that off as well. His cock is the first one I’ve seen in person since shortly after college, and it was beautiful. Not particularly long or girthy, but big enough to be respectable and with perfect proportions. His body is also more athletic than I had assumed. He asked me if it was okay to masturbate and I said mmhm as if I could take it or leave it, but the truth is I was dying to see him stroke it for me. I didn’t masturbate along with him even though I really wanted to. Instead, I kept having him hand me and put away my shower things: my body wash, face scrub, loofah, etc, as he went at it. I let myself hold eye contact with him and looked him over as he looked over, took in my whole body. I filed the image of him touching himself away for later.

It didn’t take him long to finish. I could see he was trying to tease it out and make it last longer, but within a few minutes he shot his load right into the shower pan. It was exactly what I’d wanted and by far the hottest thing that has happened to me in years. I was about as horny as I’ve ever been in that moment. I had him help me into my robe and then I leaned in towards him and told him that next time I want him to cum directly on my body. He almost choked but recovered and asked if tomorrow (that is, Friday, which is today) was I available. I said I have a lot of meetings again (which is only half true, but I need to pace myself here or I’m going to do something stupid), but maybe Monday. He said okay and tried to move in for a hug or a kiss, I’m not sure which, but I reminded him that under no circumstances will I cheat on my wife by touching him in any sexual way. Although, I really don’t know how true that is anymore. I’ll let you all know how Monday goes when we get there. In the meantime I'm touching myself all day today while I work.

July 1st, 2024

Brandon and I had agreed for him to come over this morning and he was waiting at the gate when I went out to the backyard shower. I actually had a bunch of deadlines this morning, though, and told him that, but also that I was planning to do some gardening later in the morning if he wanted to help me. I had not, in fact, been planning to do any gardening, but I could think of a few things that I could find for him to do. He said he was supposed to get lunch with his girlfriend before work but he’d cancel.

I’ve never worked so fast in my life to get my work done, and around 11 this morning I put on a sports bra and a pair of workout shorts and went out back. Brandon must have been waiting for me at the window because he was out on the deck about a minute later. I waved him to come into my yard and showed him what we were going to do. There really wasn’t much since everything in my garden is already planted, mulched, and set up with irrigation lines for the summer, but I had us weeding along the edges of a couple of the flower beds and building rock barriers around them, and I had him water some of the newer plantings and also the compost pile.

I told him I would bring us some cold lemonade and fruit to cool down and rehydrate if he waited for me on the porch for a few minutes. I got a tray of watermelon slices and frozen grapes ready and a pitcher of lemonade, but before taking them outside I ran to my bedroom and grabbed my small pink vibrator and shoved it in my pants pocket.

When I walked back out onto the deck, Brandon had his shirt off. I told him that was a good idea since it was so hot and after setting the tray down I peeled off my sports bra and draped it over the shower booth. I poured a glass of lemonade, grabbed a handful of grapes and lied back on one of my chaise lounges to enjoy the cold treats. Brandon was sitting in a chair a few feet away from me. There was a long awkward silence. We really don’t have much to talk about and we had spent all of our chitchat while gardening, so as I swallowed the last bite of grape I’d taken I slipped my vibrator out of my pocket and, still looking at him, I put it down my shorts.

To his incredible credit, Brandon did not take his dick out right away, but watched me very closely for several minutes as I worked the vibrator around in my underwear, across my clit and between my labia, getting more and more worked up that he hadn’t joined me yet. When he did finally walk over and step out of his shorts I was ready to burst. He stood above me where I lay and started to touch himself standing over my nearly naked body. And still he took his time.

It has always been easy for me to cum over and over, but as Brandon stood over me and slowly slowly stroked his cock with his fingertips I went over the edge. It was all I could do to not reach up and touch it myself, but I held in my mind that my wife agreed to let me tease Brandon as long as there’s no touching. Instead, I ran my free hand all over my torso and thighs, bit my knuckle as the first wave of orgasms came on. Soon I had kicked off my shorts and panties but still Brandon coolly took me in with his eyes while stroking his dick as gently and slowly as he could. It was driving me crazy. Keeping one hand on the vibe I used my other to rub and finger myself to another climax. I licked my juices off my fingers and slid the vibrator in and out of me, keeping my eyes on Brandon’s cock and face.

His stroke finally started to pick up a little speed. His left hand was dangling by his side and his finger tips brushed my nipple, I couldn’t tell if by accident or on purpose, but I was too busy enjoying my body to do anything about it. He must have taken that as a green light because a few moments later he reached down very much on purpose and stroked and pinched my nipple which made my next orgasm even harder. As much as I wanted him to keep doing that (and more), I moved his hand away and managed to choke out, “no touching.”

He nodded and kept moving his hand up and down his shaft faster and faster until he finally asked if he could cum on my chest. I looked up at his eyes and told him “I want you to.” His head shot backwards as he gasped and his breath caught for a long moment. Then with a groan he pitched forward. With his right hand on his cock, he dropped his left hand for balance and it landed right on the top of my head. His fingers curled around my hair as he absolutely splattered my tits with his cum. The feeling of him pulling my hair and the warmth of his jizz on my my chest with how hot he looked as he orgasmed was enough to send me into one more round of convulsive cumming.

I kept going for another half a minute or so with him still standing over me, his dick hard and dripping, his face flushed, before I turned off my vibrator. As I came down from the high of sex and orgasms, I rubbed my chest and my nipples, spreading his cum all over my tits as I did. I licked it off of my fingers, forgetting for a moment that I really shouldn’t be putting his fluids inside of my body.

He collapsed into the chair he had been using before and drained his cup of lemonade, filled another, and chugged that. I helped myself to a slice of watermelon and ate it in silence with his cum still on me. When we caught our breath I told him that I needed to rinse off and he should go home. He asked if maybe we could rinse off together, but I said no. I told him it was because I wanted to be alone with that experience for a minute, but the truth is I definitely would have hooked up with him if we had.

Brandon is going to be away the rest of the week at his girlfriend’s family’s lake house for the fourth of July, which is just as well since I’m going to start my period in the next day or two. In the meantime I’m going to have to renegotiate the no touching rule with my wife…

July 8th, 2024

The conversation did not go well. I finally worked up the courage to raise the issue last Wednesday and she said that she’d have to think about it. On Thursday she came back to me and said that she wanted to try having an open relationship, which didn’t sit great with me since I only wanted to be open for sex in very specific cases and she wanted to have emotional relationships with other people which felt like a much bigger deal to me than the occasional fuck. We kind of danced around the conversation until Saturday when she admitted that she was already dating (read: cheating on me with) her “work bestie,” and had been for most of the last year. The fucking gall to tell me what I could and couldn’t do with Brandon while she was fully having a girlfriend on the side. Anyway, I told her to leave, go stay with Becky, and she did. Or maybe she went to a hotel, whatever. She’s been texting non-stop but I haven’t been ready to even open a message yet.

What I was ready for today was to be admired by Brandon, and he didn’t disappoint. This morning, he gave me a big wave and “hello, Mrs. Robinson,” over the fence as soon as I walked out to shower. I walked right up to the property line and asked him how the weekend was and would he mind coming over for a little bit. He must have heard a change in my voice because he got a very concerned look on his face and said that of course, he’d be right over. Like we did a couple of weeks ago, I handed him my clothing, turned on the water, got my hair wet and applied conditioner, but the flirty tone was gone. I wasn’t about to tell him why, but I wanted him to touch me. I needed him to touch me. I picked up the body wash and handed it to him and asked if he would lather my body for me. I could tell that he was still trying to figure out what was different, but he wasn’t going to miss this opportunity.

He was slow and thorough, using his fingertips, palms, the edges of his hands, to trace every curve and crevice. He ran his thumbs over my nipples maybe more than he needed to (who’s teasing who now?) and took his sweet time on my legs and ass, but mostly stayed focused on the task at hand. He worked first from top to bottom, shoulders and neck down to my waist, then bottom to top, from my ankles up to my butt, saving between my legs for last. When he got there, I took his hand and held it cupped against my vulva for a long moment while looking into his eyes. Then I handed him the handheld shower and he rinsed me off. During this whole time we didn’t speak at all, but as I reached for my face scrub I asked him if he’d be home alone all morning and he said he would. I asked if I could come over in a little bit and he said of course, so I told him I’d see him then and he left me to finish my shower.

I put on a sundress and a frankly scandalous pair of underwear and ate a toasted bagel for breakfast while emailing my clients that I wouldn’t be available for the day. I was obviously very upset but also very excited about what I was about to do. Brandon was gentle and patient and attractive in a kind of dorky sweet way, and with a much nicer body than you would assume from looking at him in the street. I walked down my front path and up the neighbors’ and knocked on the door. As soon as Brandon opened the door I stepped into him and kissed him full on the mouth. After an initial startle he kissed me back, his hands went to my waist, reaching around and down for my ass, and we stood in the doorway making out for the whole neighborhood to see. A few seconds later I told him to show me his bedroom.

His bedroom was about what you would expect from a 21-year old college boy living in a rental house; mostly bare walls, plain metal bed frame, more laundry on the floor than in the hamper, but I didn’t care. I sat on the edge of his bed and pulled him on top of me. I had to coach him on how I wanted him to use his hands, but he was a good listener and a quick learner. And it’s not like I’m super confident about knowing how to touch a dick at this point in my life, twelve or so years after the last time. More importantly, when I finally told him I wanted him inside of me he knelt between my thighs and waited with the head of his cock right on my pussy, stroking my belly, breasts, and thighs, until I opened up and pulled him in, then waited just inside my vagina until I opened up more and pulled him in again. That let me know I could trust him, so I let go.

So did he. Pretty soon Brandon was pounding me, and hard. I’m not very used to deep penetrative sex (yes, my wife uses a strap sometimes, but really only on special occasions), and I’m certainly not used to being penetrated with a warm flesh-and-blood penis, so eventually I got on top so that I could control the pace. (That also let me hit the spots that I want hit with the added bonus of letting him suck my tits, which I love.) I’m not going to give a stroke-by-stroke account here, but I’ll say this: I don’t always squirt when I cum, but that poor boy is going to have to buy a new mattress. I’d buy him one myself but I may be going through an expensive divorce soon. After what felt like a long time, and after he had flipped me back onto my back and made me climax several more times, he pulled out and finished on my belly, which was responsible, and very hot, but made me want to feel him cum inside me soon. One thing at a time, I guess.

When we settled and caught our breath I asked him if he had told his girlfriend about me. I was feeling guilty, having just been cheated on, that I was hurting this girl I’d never seen. He said that he had told her at the lake house over the fourth of July holiday, and she was mad that he didn’t tell her earlier, but also wondered if I would mind letting her see me also. Apparently she’s very interested in exploring bisexuality but never hooked up with a woman before, or even really flirted. I told him to show me a picture, and friends, Hannah is drop-dead gorgeous. I wondered for a second how Brandon ended up with this 24-year old black haired bombshell, but then remembered that I had also decided to fuck him and didn’t even regret it. I may decide to fuck her, too, who knows? If I’m going through an emotional hell, it might as well be a sexy hell, right?