For a number of weeks now, I've been watching a neighbor of ours masturbate almost daily. He knows I can see him stroking his cock, and I now know he knows. At first I thought it was his mistake to leave his window blinds open. Then as he continued to masturbate, probably only forty feet away from where our guest room is facing his bedroom, I knew he was doing it for my benefit.
If he'd have been an older guy, I would have maybe shunned him. And if his cock wasn't so big I might have denied myself the daily sexual stimulation he gives me. The more I watched him over the weeks stroke his impressive length, the more bold I became touching myself through my clothing. He could see me touching myself and would move so I could get an even better view.
Now there is no mistaking what we do together.
He lays on his bed or stands at his bedroom window and allows me to watch him play with his huge cock. I remove all my clothing and let him see my neatly trimmed pussy. From where he is, he can easily see me use my fingers and favorite dildo to pleasure myself to orgasm. The timing is always perfect too, as he waits until my husbands car pulls away each morning and then as I venture into the guest bedroom, he's usually always there stroking his cock.
The next step as far as I can see, is asking him to call round, or to walk the short distance to his parents home, as he's only as I've recently found out, seventeen years old.
I know I would allow him to do anything he wanted with me, and often dream of seducing him. I tell my husband it's him who I'm fucking in my dreams when he wakes me from my wet dreams. In fact it's been the young man this last few weeks I've been fucking in my sleep.
Making it real will add to the level of sexual relief I need with him. It will also mean I've cheated on my husband for the second time in our five year marriage. The first time isn't for this confession, but I might one day put it down for others to judge.
As for judging me now, my husband and I have sex probably only once a month, since his self induced car crash injuries (Drink driving). I need sex far more than that, hence the reason I bought the dildo's I have. They though, are not what I need to keep me sexually satisfied. I need to have sex for real and I'm finding it increasingly difficult not to give in to my secret longing for our neighbor.