I was Surprised

I was surprised, shocked really, when I saw her profile on Tagged. Then I was confused. It looked like her, but the profile said she was 50. I knew my neighbor was in her 60s. I mean, she really didn't look like she was in her 60s, but I knew she was older than me, and I just turned 66.

So I friended her. She accepted but she was curious of what I looked like since I didn't have a picture of myself up. But I was not ready to let her know who I was.

She eventually admitted that the age on her profile was wrong and that confirmed it. This was my neighbor Sharon!

OK, I know it wasn't fair that I didn't reveal who I was, but I wanted to see where this would go. And we had some nice conversations. Nothing sexy at all. And we began to share more and more about our lives. I was careful what I revealed and she still didn't have a clue who I was. Yeah, I'm ashamed.

She revealed that her relationship with her husband was strained. I had suspected that for a while. While we were friends I was very disturbed how he tore Sharon down in front of me. I chastised him a number of times but it didn't seem to change anything. He'd always say, she knows I love her.

Well, she revealed to me that she didn't love him back. How could you love someone who berates you all the time? Periodically I would tease her about her sex life and she quickly told me she didn't have one. She did NOT want him to touch her. And it didn't seem to matter to him anymore either.

I also shared with her about our sex life, which was greatly lacking. Our sex life had developed to be quite boring also. My wife had become very selfish. She loved to receive my lovemaking, and I loved to give her oral, but she never gave it back. And at my age I needed some...encouragement to get hard. Plus...OK, I'll admit it, getting old...and getting heavier, made intercourse hard to finish.

She didn't like being on top...or from behind...or anything else besides missionary and I found it very tiring to make sure she wasn't crushed...another of her complaints.

We shared our frustrations and along the way she admitted having some affairs along the way. That surprised me at first, but then I realized that her jerk husband set the stage for something like that.

It also put some thoughts in my head. But, no, I had never strayed and didn't want to start now. Besides, Sharon was also quite small. I would crush...oh, let's not go there.

Then we started writing a story together. About a man and a woman who meet in a restaurant. It turned out that Sharon was a very good writer. Plus I like to write erotic stories. And boy did that story get hot!

And somewhere along the line Sharon revealed that she had Skype. I asked if it would be easier for us to talk over Skype and she said yes. So she gave me her Skype name and we signed on together.

Right away Sharon complained that I didn't have a profile picture up. She said she liked to see who she was talking to.

I figured it was time. I said you might be surprised. She replied, "are you that ugly?" I said, "I'm just afraid you might recognize me." She asked if I was famous. I said "no". She said, "OK, let's see a picture."

When I uploaded my picture Sharon was silent for a while. "Bruce?" she typed. I gave her an embarrassed emoticon. She sent an angry one. Followed soon by a wink.

"Actually that thought crossed my mind a few times when we talked. Some of the things you shared sounded like my next door neighbor."

"I'm sorry, Sharon. I was afraid to tell you because I really enjoyed talking to you and I thought you might get mad or embarrassed and you would quit talking."

"You should have told me. I shared some pretty intimate things with you." Embarrassed emoticon.

"I have also."

"You must think bad of me."

"No Sharon! I TOTALLY understand everything you've told me. You live with a real jerk. And I've told him that. He says you know he loves you."

"He's a jerk!"

"Yup."

So, I didn't lose her. We continued to talk and continued our story. And our talk and story got sexier and sexier.

And along the way we revealed more of each other to each other. She found out that I would masturbate in bed with my wife. No, she wouldn't masturbate, but the only way I would ever have an orgasm was to do myself. I would have been happy for her to watch, but she would always have her back to me..."reading", and would sometimes reach back and rub my balls, but never turn and watch.

I asked her what she thought about when she masturbated. I assumed she masturbated. She did. She told me she thought about being watched. I volunteered. She laughed, but that's as far as it went. Yes, I hoped it would lead to camming together but it never did.

A few weeks later my wife needed to go in the hospital for an extended stay. Sharon would leave casseroles in our kitchen every other day for me. She had a key to our house.

One day I came home from the hospital earlier than I expected and Sharon was there cleaning my house! I was embarrassed at first but I knew it was needed.

She was dressed in a house dress, very conservative, but she looked great. I got over my embarrassment and helped her with the work.

We had never talked about Tagged and our "online" relationship before, but since we were finally alone together I apologized again. She told me it was not a problem. But she did flush a little.

Then she said "So you volunteer?"

I got a confused look on my face. What was she talking about? She could see my confusion and smiled. "You don't know what I'm talking about?"

"No."

"While we talked online...you volunteered."

My eyes got real big and she laughed. "Yes, you remember."

I kind of stammered. "Um...yeah...I mean...I was kidding...kinda."

"So you don't volunteer?"

I settled down a bit. "Anytime babe." I laughed. "I would watch you anytime you want. Even join you."

There was a long silence. Finally she said, "What about now?"

Once again she surprised me. I was dumbfounded. But I called her bluff. "Right now would work for me." But I really didn't think she was serious.

"You first," she replied.

I looked confused. I was good at that. "You whip yours out first. You're the exhibitionist," she said. Yeah, I had told her that was a fantasy of mine.

I was already hard. I looked at her. She nodded. This was gonna happen. Even if she was kidding, I didn't mind showing her my cock. I unzipped, dropped my pants and my drawers. My cock was in a state that made me proud.

Sharon smiled as she looked. Then she looked up at me. "No touching, right?"

I nodded. "Sit then." I sat in one of the kitchen chairs. She pulled another chair across from me, reached under her dress and pulled down her panties, then sat on the chair and pulled up her dress and spread her legs.

She was beautiful! Her pussy was shaved clean. I started stroking my cock and she smiled. She started rubbing her pussy and I smiled.

We didn't say anything for a bit. Then she said, "You have a nice penis."

"Thank you. And your pussy exceeds all my dreams."

"You've been dreaming about my pussy?"

"Ever since you told me about that lotion you put on...and that you like to feel the sheet rubbing on your clit. But I don't want you to cover it up," I hastened to add. "I wanna watch you."

"And I want to watch you too. Will you cum for me?"

"In time, Sharon. In time. I'm enjoying the view." She was rubbing her clit. Then she reached into the pocket of her dress and pulled out a small pink jar. I remembered what that was. It was a cream to enhance her orgasm. Then I realized something.

"You've been planning this?"

She smiled at me with a shy smile. "I must admit that I have thought about doing this with you. I put it in my pocket on impulse this morning. Do you remember what it's for?"

"Yes! It's for your clit. It enhances your orgasm." I watched in awe as she opened the lip and took a dab and put it on her clit.

"Why don't you come a little closer to me?" she asked in the sexiest, most seductive manner she could muster. "Don't stop playing for me, please. I want you to continue as I play for you. I'm going to show you how much I enjoy the clit stimulator."

And she reached into her pocket again and pulled out a purple silicone object and turned it on. Spreading her legs wide, she made sure I was sitting where I could easily see her pink folds displayed for me. She applied the two little "ears" at the end of the toy to her sensitive clit, which was already tingling. Her eyes closed as she inserted it and slowly moved the toy around, looking for the greatest sensation finding her g-spot. A moan quickly escaped her lips, and her hips began thrusting upward.

It was an awesome sight. My hand was working on my cock as I watched her enjoy herself. "Don't forget to watch me, Sharon."

Her eyes popped open. "Yes, I remember how you also like to be watched," she said with a smile. "Mmmmmm. That looks good enough to eat."

"And so does yours," I sighed. "But no touching, dangit!"

"Yeah, no touching," she said with a slight frown.

We concentrated on masturbating for a while, enjoying the feelings and the view. I think we were both extremely turned on. We were both squirming quite a bit. I loved watching her ass come up out of the chair as her body started little spasms. Her breathing was getting very ragged.

"Who cums first?" she asked.

"Can you cum more than once?"

"Probably."

"Then you cum first."

She closed her eyes and lifted her ass again. Her mouth opened. "uh, uh, uh...ohhhhhhhhhhh". And she came for me.

When she settled down and opened her eyes I got to business stroking, stroking, stroking. "Here it comes," I shouted. I shot a rope of cum out and almost hit her, followed by more. In all, this old man shot four ropes before my cum came dribbling out.

She was right behind me with her second orgasm. It was beautiful!

We settled down and Sharon gave out a little giggle. "Was it good for you?" she asked the obvious question.

"Um...I think so," I laughed.

She got up and went to the sink and rinsed out a wash cloth and tossed it to me. "You made a mess on my clean floor. Clean it up," she laughed. Which I did and she hiked up her dress again and used another wash cloth to wipe off her pussy.

Then she washed off both of our wash cloth, dried her hands and turned toward the door.

"Let's do this again some time," she said as she walked out.

And we did. For the next two weeks my wife was in the hospital I made sure I left a little early hoping she was at the house. She was about half the time and each time we repeated our mutual masturbation. I think we both needed it.

When my wife came home I figured our little innocent affair was over. But a few days later I got a text from her. 'Bruce, can you come over my house?'

I texted back 'sure'.

When I walked in she shouted, "I'm in the kitchen."

I walked in the kitchen and Sharon surprised me again. She was sitting on a chair in the middle of the kitchen, with another chair facing her. But she was stark naked.

"Get your clothes off, big boy," she ordered.

"Where's Albert?"

"Off golfing. Come on. I need to cum."

I did what she ordered and she did cum and so did I.

And from then until now, whenever one of our spouses left for an extended period of time the other would get a text and we'd get naked at that house and gave ourselves a little tension reliever. Always naked after that day. I loved to look at her naked body. Still do.