My neighbor watched me stroke it and now she wants to cheat.

I live in a subdivision without a ton of privacy. The back yard was relatively private until I trimmed some hedges a few weeks back, now our house and the neighbors behind us have a clear view of each other’s back porch. I guess we’ve both gotten really used to being hidden from each other by the bushes, and this has made for a few awkward interactions, but nothing crazy.

The neighbors are nice enough folks with a couple of kids, same as us. Husband is one of those huge, not muscular or fat, but just born big kinda guys who seem intimidating but is a bubbly goofball in person. The wife is generally the more reserved of the two in conversation, and she has RBF, which is unfortunate because she has a phenomenal smile. She has caramel skin with hazel eyes, and long dark hair with streaks of blonde that are becoming a little gray near the base. Curvy with a high concentration of ass that is piled up high and doesn’t droop, she is built in such a way that you immediately want backshots when you see her.

Like I said, only a few awkward moments with the new lack of privacy. I grow vegetables in a backyard garden along our shared fence. I find tending them to be calming so I’ve made it my after work activity. It’s hot in the south, so I am usually shirtless, with a backwards cap, military style silkies and old Chuck Taylor’s. I like to put in my headphones, smoke a quick bowl, and then garden until dark. Until recently the activity was relatively private, at least in the sense that you wouldn’t see me without doing so intentionally. Now? Well, I’ve noticed her a few times lounging out back with a glass of wine, book laid across her knees and her eyes fixed on me. I’m not huge downstairs, but I am big enough that it is pretty viscerally visible in my gardening attire. She’s been getting a free show with her afternoon wine, and I would be lying if I said that being the star of this show isn’t something I revel in. She has also made her fair share of guest appearances, she sunbathes on Fridays when I am working from home, and ever since I cut the hedges, she moved her chair to a location that is more visible from my back porch. On multiple occasions I’ve been caught admiring the shape of her body, oiled and glistening in the sunlight, covered only by the thin outline of a thong bikini. She just smiles, and I wave, and we both understand the relationship, without defining the rules.

I broke the rules..

I was out on the porch, it was the middle of the day on a Tuesday so I didn’t consider that I wasn’t alone. Not that I would have noticed anyway, I was focused on my phone. I was sexting with our former nanny, mid-twenties, slender, pale, and plump but perky in all the best places. The guy she is dating is kind of a bum. He’s harmless and treats her well, but he doesn’t support her financially. Because of this, she often comes up short on her bills and needs a little help. It started out having her do odd jobs around the house, but there’s only so much to be done, and only so many times I can see the outline of her tight pussy through her shorts while she scrubs the bottom of the tub in the guest bathroom. The relationship had to evolve. She didn’t want to physically cheat on her boyfriend, which I respected, so we made an arrangement for her to be my sexting buddy. We role play and send each other nudes/videos, and occasionally we have a FaceTime session where we both get ourselves off. It’s been a lot of fun, and that day was no different. She had just sent me a video of her spread eagle, fucking herself with the new vibrator I bought her. It has my name on it, which is fun. I sat down on the back porch without even looking across the yard, and pulled out my cock, which was already hard. The volume was on in the video and the nanny was really being vocal for me. I started slowly stroking myself, watching her get more worked up and matching her speed and intensity.

That’s when I caught movement out of the corner of my eye. Just a flash of motion in my peripheral. I jumped, not knowing what it was at first, then I saw her sitting up in her lounge chair, right hand holding her loose bikini top over her breasts, left hand holding her sunglasses up from her eyes, huge smile on her face.

“Sorry,” she said, “I didn’t mean to scare you, I thought that was for me!”

“Oh,” I replied, “It wasn’t, but it can be.”

There was a long pause, and she wasn’t smiling anymore. I started getting a little nervous, then she dropped the bathing suit top and stood up. “I like the sound of that.” She said, and motioned me towards the fence. I was feeling a little more seen than I am usually accustomed to, but I flopped my dick back into my waistband and put down the phone. We met at the fence, an aging thing that was missing slats in convenient places. Her smile was back, as she peeked over the fence. “You’re taller than I thought,” she laughed. I was noticing new things about her too. Her ass had always been the focus of my attention, but up close I was more mesmerized by her chest, I hadn’t realized how perfect her breasts we’re, not perfectly shaped by a surgeons scalpel, but by life. They were large, but sat lower, settled by time, their shape accentuated by the light reflecting off the sweat on her soft brown skin. Her nipples were brown and prominent the tips a pale pink, they sat perfectly on the apex of the curve of her breasts and pointed slightly upward, like praying hands, they were begging to be sucked.

I was pulled from my fixation by the touch of her hand, grabbing my own hand through the break in the shared fence. “My husband is going to be home soon or I would invite you over.” “Same,” I replied, as she gently dropped my hand and hung her finger on the elastic of my shorts. Feeling the back of her long smooth fingernail work its way across the front of my shorts and down towards the base of my cock drove me insane. By the time she worked my waistband down far enough for my dick to fall out, I was so hard it hurt. She wrapped her hand around the throbbing base of my erection and squeezed. I wanted to rip apart the fence and take her to the ground, pounding her into the pine straw and Virginia creeper, but the splintered gap in the fence would be hard to account for, so I managed to control myself.

She had complete control of me, as she slowly squeezed and released my cock in her right hand, and the smirk on her face said that she knew it. In that moment I would have done anything to feel her cunt, giving my meat a warm and welcoming embrace. She moved her wrist to the bottom and released her grip, while sliding her palm down along my balls. As she gripped them her middle finger ran along my asshole and she didn’t pull away, sliding her palm with pressure up and against my body until it passed the head of my dick near my belly button and she withdrew it as my dick fell back towards my hovering shorts. When she pulled her hand away I noticed a thick string of precum tracing its way from her wrist to fingertips. She saw it to, and realizing my attention to it, slowly wiped her hand down her chest, leaving my contribution to mix with her sweat along the inside of her breasts. “I’m off next Wednesday. You should really fix this fence.” She said, as she turned around to walk back to her house.

I’m at Home Depot now, trying to decide between treated pine and cedar. It’s a shame, you know a project this size means the fence will probably be down for a while. I hope my neighbor doesn’t mind.