Our neighbour is a widow who hasn’t had sex for years. I [F] set her up with my husband, and fingered myself to orgasm secretly listening to him fuck her brains out. [FM]

Quick note so everything makes sense: As I have written about in previous posts, my husband and I have an amazing relationship. We both have sex with different people as well as with each other, and we always tell each other about our adventures with other people because it turns us both on. :) Skip to the line for the explicit details if you desire.

We have known one particular neighbour of ours for years, “Pauline” who lives across the street opposite us. Years ago, her husband passed away due to complications with a long-term illness he had. We would chat with her every now and then whenever we saw her around to make sure she’s doing okay, and to this day she still lives alone. Due to Covid though, we hadn’t properly interacted with her for a year, so it was a really pleasant surprise when I saw her down the street walking her dog last week.

Pauline is in good spirits because of her dog, and her children who call her regularly, which I was very glad to hear about. She invited me in (we have both been fully vaccinated for Covid) and we had a great catch-up about a whole range of topics. We were talking about the past lockdowns and she said she envied that I was able to spend them with my husband. I joked about envying that she did not have to clean up after him, and she replied that there are desires that only men can fulfill, and I understood what she was saying. We discussed our marriages, and it was so incredibly bittersweet to hear about such a beautiful couple that was now separated. I guess she could sense that my husband and I are sexually liberated (and I could sense that her attitude to sex was surprisingly similar), because she began telling me a little less subtly about how much she enjoyed the physical aspect of her relationship and how those needs hadn’t been fulfilled since her husband’s passing.

Pauline is so sweet, both inside and out, and regardless that she is in her sixties now, I think she is beautiful. She is short, with blonde hair like mine, and she is slim with smooth skin. I decided to tell her about my husband and I’s relationship, and that my husband would have no problem with helping her out. She seemed surprised at first, but when I assured her that he is fantastic in bed and that I truly wouldn’t mind – in fact, I wanted her to do it if it would make her happy – she was excited at the idea. So we agreed that the next day, she would come over for dinner and my husband would help satisfy her years-long cravings. As expected, hubby loved the idea and was willing to help.

When she turned at our door the following night, I was surprised. Pauline usually wore unassuming, modest clothes. I don’t think I had ever seen her wear make-up or dress up before, but that night her hair was done up, she wore dark red lipstick, a tight dress that hugged her figure and stockings. Her baggy jumpers had been hiding her curves all this time! I told her honestly that she looked absolutely gorgeous, to which she blushed a little embarrassed, and said, “I hope I didn’t overdo it.” I told her not to be silly, and to go upstairs to my husband and I’s bedroom where he was waiting. I hugged her because I could sense she was a little nervous.

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I had originally planned to prepare dinner while they were busy upstairs. But a few minutes in, I just couldn’t concentrate, I had to go and listen. Like a creep, I tiptoed upstairs and sat in the hallway outside my own shut bedroom door, with my ear to the door. I couldn’t hear much at first, until I heard Pauline moaning softly. I realised hubby was eating her out and my heartbeat started racing. As a regular recipient of his head, I can attest to it being great, and clearly hubby was doing a great job as usual, because I could hear Pauline moaning things in an approving tone every now and then.

I slid my hand between my legs and slowly started rubbing along to the sounds of moaning, trying not to make a noise. There was a sharp cry and what sounded like heavy breathing, and I realised Pauline had just came. Fuck, that’s so hot. I started rubbing faster. My husband asked if she liked that, and I couldn’t quite hear exactly what she replied but it must have been positive. They said something else, there was some shuffling, then there was a new, very soft noise that I had to strain to hear. I realised it was now Pauline who was giving head.

There were only sucking noises for a few minutes, until I heard them have a short exchange of words. It was hard to make out what they were saying but I could tell it was dirty talk. The only sentence I made out clearly was Pauline responding to something hubby said: “Your chocolate penis tastes delicious.” (Hubby is originally from Nigeria.) I was so surprised, I hadn’t expected Pauline to be vocal like that. That made me so wet, and I slid a finger in and started fucking myself slowly, imagining myself to be the one sucking on hubby’s cock right then.

There were more words, then more shuffling. There were now light thumps and heavy breathing: hubby was now fucking Pauline, and I was super turned on, touching myself and trying my best not to give my position away. The thumping picked up speed and I could hear hubby grunting deeply as he does when he’s fucking me. Pauline was moaning much louder now compared to before, that even if I hadn’t been directly outside the door, I probably would have been able to hear it.

Slap! “Urgh..” Slap! “Urgh..” Slap! “Urgh..”

Pauline was being lightly spanked and I could tell from her moans she was loving the whole thing. Hubby spanks and whips me a lot harder, but of course he wouldn’t go so rough on her straight away. I was so close to orgasming now, my two fingers were sliding effortlessly in and out of my pussy. They changed position again, and quickly resumed the thumping noises, getting gradually harder and louder until Pauline was practically yelling in pleasure. I couldn’t take it anymore, I went over the edge and came hard on my fingers. I let out a small yelp, but thankfully they didn’t hear it over the sounds they were making. Then it sounded like Pauline herself had orgasmed again from how the thumping had slowed down.

Another short exchange of words, then more slow sucking noises. I contemplated going back downstairs now but I was too intrigued, and I carried on gently rubbing myself. My husband said something, then I heard spitting noises, followed by louder sucking noises than before that definitely sounded wetter and sloppier. Then my husband grunted and groaned, and I knew he was cumming. Hubby has these fantastic loads, on some nights he can produce ropes and ropes of thick semen which I love. I guess this was one of those nights, because I heard him say, “Fuck, I’ve completely just ruined your makeup.”

I could hear Pauline laughing and the two of them heading into the ensuite bathroom. I took the cue to tiptoe back downstairs and continue making dinner. I put in earphones to make it seem like I had been here downstairs all along and hadn’t heard any of their noises. Hubby came downstairs soon after. He kissed me, squeezed and spanked my bum playfully, and started helping out with dinner. When Pauline came downstairs after about twenty minutes, she had removed her makeup. Her hair was frazzled and her neck area was a little red. I knew instantly that hubby had put his hand around his throat and pulled her hair, because that’s what hubby and I love doing, which turned me on again. We had dinner, and my hubby and I invited Pauline to come back any time she needed to fulfill her needs. She still seemed a little cock-drunk by the time she left our house, bless her.

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