For the last several years, my wife, J, and I have discovered that she has exhibitionist tendencies that have proven to be a source of stimulation for us both, though she usually tends to act the victim to my encouragement of her displays. Up until this night these play times had only resulted in great sex between us after she becomes turned on by the looks from strangers while on vacation or in situations where her exposure is "accidental" to guys we might know. She carries herself in such a way that it makes a guy wish to see more of her but doesn't really expect it to happen.
It has usually involved allowing them to see down her partially unbuttoned shirt or opaque blouses of flimsy material with lift me up bras that create cleavage. She is a classy, phluffy 50-year-old redhead whose tits are ample, and have very pronounced nipples that are hard to take your eyes off of. , she can create a stir, when she finds an innocent way to lean over for the right guy, he's provided a view all the way to her waist as they dangle nakedly inside holding the material out several inches.
Last week, in celebration at the hotel where J & I enjoy staying for fun, a number of regular guests and employees were invited to celebrate the private event with drinks and snacks around the indoor pool. I came along as J discovered that she was more popular at fifty than she imagined, as the gents were sure to compliment me on her choice of attire for the evening while they joked and spent lots of time around her at the poolside.
Though I had on previous occasions encouraged her to tease some of our guests or strangers setting close - if I could come and watch - she always refused because of the professional appearance she intented to maintain with any guys whom she might bump into later. She didn't want to risk an unwanted advance because a man misinterpreted her dress or behavior that she insisted was for my benefit only.
But this time she agreed to let down her guard a little because, unbeknownst to me she had been feeling extra frisky on the new meds she was taking.. For that reason, as we prepared for the evening, she agreed to some risky behavior at this party since she would probably never see any of these people again, and the fairly tame exhibitionism that she agreed to, shouldn't compromise her with the few she might rarely run into.
If our history was any indication - and if by the end of the evening she was feeling like these guys found her body desirable - this was going to be the foreplay to some outstanding sex between us. She was pretty nervous about the idea as we discussed it and wanted to be careful about who got to see what but, with some encouragement from me, we formed a strategy that even she thought would be fun.
During the social hour she would dress somewhat conservatively in blue jean skirt hooped with lots of decorations and a tight-knit, button-down blouse with a thin, lacy bra underneath. She planned to start with her top buttoned all except at the very top, but to "struggle" to keep the next three buttons fastened, providing views of her cleavage and most of the frilly bra to some of her favorite guys in the process. Of course, since she claimed to be doing it for me, I'd be allowed to watch close by.
She worked the plan well with exposures that were brief and "unintentional" but were obvious turn-ons to both her and her courters as her erect nipples showed through both layers of material. Even without stimulation, her nipples usually stand up as thimble buttons on the ends of her breasts that sag very heavy. But, when she gets turned on, they become great indicators of her level of arousal as those buttons grow and harden noticeably against whatever she's wearing.
These guys couldn't have been missing that change in her nipples that could be read through her clothes. Moving from group to group it was amusing to watch a guy jockey for the best vantage point, being sure that he was stealing glimpses down her front, as she performed flawlessly as a lady unaware of her exposures.
The opening in her top at times would be wide enough that guys from both sides could be feasting their eyes until she "noticed" the loosened buttons and excuse herself from that group to fasten them long enough to re-establish herself as being properly dressed. Each time that she allowed a new perspective, or a guy she seemed to be favoring would get into position to look, the thin fabric of her bra would outline her nipples' pleasure at being the center of attention for these men.
The plan was working well at building sexual excitement between just the two of us, as I also competed for position that seemed to feed her willingness to tease the others. But we had figured that the greater temptation for these guys -- and thrill for her - would begin when we changed to swimwear and got into the pool.
Wearing a conservative green, one-piece swimming suit with a thin inner liner that covered the entire front panel, our plan was for her to stay just wet enough in the pool to keep her nipples erect and the material clinging as she made her friendly rounds dipping in and out of the water. The suit's top wasn't too low cut but fit loose enough that she could make it gape open just enough to hold the same interest, even when dry, that her top had generated and this suit had the added element of thin flaps front and back that drew your attention as her ample hips and bodacious ass moved in and out of the pool, to help draw the crowd.
Our trials in the shower at home had proved that the profile of her nipples and jiggling breasts wouldn't be obscene in this setting but definitely added anatomical details to her show that she admitted she was going to enjoy, too. In the privacy of our bathroom, at my request she did take the liner out for one look in the mirror before the material was wet but she didn't seriously consider doing it in public because of the modest protection it would provide in mixed company and she never liked the idea of too much exposure around other women.
But as it turned out, the only other woman that was able to attend was the manager herself, and she was now well into the alcohol and had little to do with the rest of the crowd as she and two of her long-time customers had retreated to a table in the corner for slurred conversation that didn't seem to interest anybody else.
Once in the changing room with J who had just stepped out of her panties, as I stood behind her admiring her nakedness in the mirror, I reminded her of how attentive these guys had been to her nipples that I rolled with my fingers before reaching down to dip once into her very slippery slit.
Her knees buckled when I did and when I kidded her about enjoying what she was showing these guys, she surprised me by admitting, "I know. I can't help it." Caught in her desires, with both of us now realizing how much she wanted these guys to look at what she was seeing in the mirror, she timidly agreed to take another look at her suit without the removable liner that was only held by Velcro at the crotch and straps.
As she playfully pulled the straps up over her shoulders in the privacy of the changing room, her nipples protruded visibly against the now single layer of material and, if you tried hard, you could actually see the raised silhouette of her trimmed pubic hair under the suit. She was going to be effectively naked when she got wet and I got the feeling that she was turned on by that and almost wanted to be convinced that she could do it.
I admit that I was practicing a bit of salesmanship but I think she sensed my sincerity when I told her that because she works so hard at maintaining her aloofness with all other men, she should be glad for an opportunity to safely show more of it to those who cold enjoy it with impunity. Fueled by the number of wine coolers she was unaccustomed to and her fondness for that approval from other men, after casting several sideways glances at herself in the mirror, with a blush that extended down to her chest, she lied, "Only because you want me to." Besides I intend to get tipsy enough to claim no memory of it later she grinned!
Exiting the changing room with a robe drew no undue attention from the guys she had earlier been visiting with. Even as she slipped off the robe and into the water, conversations and laughter were uninterrupted, though some heads turned to check out the freckled butt cheeks of this beauty entering the water. She stayed near me, in and under the water, for several minutes with a growing self-consciousness as the alcohol began to wear off and she realized how much more transparent her behavior had become.
If it had been up to her she might have allowed this game to end with one revealing exit from the pool and a beeline for the changing room to get back into her street clothes and us to head home. But fate intervened when the retiring manager drunkenly invited everybody up to the bar for a farewell toast that would not allow J to escape so easily and sealed the direction that her libido would take her for the rest of the evening.
"Oh, my God," she said to me as her courage waned and she looked at her suit. "Is this going to be as indecent as I think it is?"
Without actually asking if I thought it was necessary to put the liner back in her suit, her question sounded more to me like she didn't have a choice and maybe just needed some encouragement. "There is nothing left to our imaginations but the good thing is, you're in no danger here. If you've ever wanted to see how far you could go, tonight is the night."
Seeing that she couldn't gracefully avoid presenting herself to the crowd that was waiting for her to join them, she decided there was going to be only one way out and she might as well make it one that would serve as an aphrodisiac for her an me. Standing on her tiptoes she kissed me open-mouthed with her tongue darting into mine before breaking it off with the reminder, "Remember, this is for you."
Then, carrying herself like a middle-aged fashion model, she glided towards the pool's edge where the magic began. Once she stood in the shallow end of the pool, the room became quiet as elbows nudged ribs in disbelief. Could this be the polite professional that had been hidden in denim and caution but now was showing every curving detail of her body through the skin-tight fabric of her swimming suit?
Even in her most daring out-of-town teasing she would usually only show bare skin to passing truckers or by prancing nude in front of hotel windows so while I was coaxing her into this proposal earlier in the evening, she had insisted that she wouldn't allow any nudity in this rather public setting of a businessman's hotel. She knew that as she climbed from the pool each time, she might be able to provide glimpses of cleavage, and maybe imbed some material into the crack of her pussy to show those lips outlined if she could get it done underwater but bare breasts would be in poor taste she thought.
When she exited the pool for the first time though, it became apparent that naked skin was hardly going to be necessary. The darkness of her nipples and pubic hair showed clearly through the wet, opaque material of her suit, as she was now practically nude before a crowd of men that weren't sure if they could believe what they were seeing. Without the support of even the suit's liner, her obviously aroused breasts jiggled seductively with each step in the cooler air as she approached the eyes that were trying not to stare, and she very convincingly pretended to not notice her suit's transparency and its provocative offerings.
This woman before them was no barroom floozy advertising her goods or a 20-something girl in a wet t-shirt contest. This was the beautifully poised woman that served them mere glimpses as asked them about the families that they spent too much time away from. She was the attractive sister - or mother - that they probably couldn't deny they had inappropriately lusted for at some point but only in their wet dreams could have ever thought they would actually see in this way.
And, ever the lady, she wasn't going to let this evening deteriorate into some kind of bachelor-party-stripper atmosphere as she held her head high and moved into the group like she would if she was tidying up the tables fully clothed. It was clear that whatever apprehension she had while in the water had disappeared with the rapt attention she was enjoying from these guys, which was her typical exhibitionist pattern of drawing courage from an interested audience, not to mention the alcohol that she gulped now for courage.
The manager was feeling no pain and made no notice of the immodest display among them but still the toast was brief and awkward as the moment had obviously turned toward J and the voyeuristic opportunity that her "naiveté" provided to those who should have been paying more attention to the farewell. J knew the effect she was having but they couldn't quite tell if she knew as she politely listened to the manager's slurred thank-you, without even hinting at the way the group studied the nearly naked gift that they must have thought would be taken back any minute.
After the toast she mingled casually among the guys in a state of arousal that was evidenced by her areolas that were puffed up into the size of small acorns and outlined clearly as they wiggled invitingly with her laughter. Knowing that others would be feasting their eyes on her presentation, she would single out one guy and torture him with arm's-length conversation that forced his eyes to look into hers, or would reach across a table brushing her tits on the forearm of a guy holding his drink, freezing him in his chair.
Their attention to her and a fresh wine cooler had renewed her nerve to keep her suit wet for maximum exposure that she was beginning to enjoy again on her terms. When it began to dry out she would take another dip to "cool off" or might get "pushed" into the pool as she placed herself strategically close to the edge. While circulating among these new friendly voyers of hers, they might have been wondering how deliberate this show was but for me she removed all doubt when, at one point during a re-wetting, she swam up close to me, pulled my hand underwater to her crotch and whispered with a smile, "I'm soaked!" She had obviously warmed up to the idea of being the unmerciful tease and didn't ask me if she should put the liner back in while I watched from the pool as she climbed out this time leaving the fabric of her suit imbedded deeply into the crease of her pussy where my fingers had pressed it.
Within a half hour or so she had repeated her routine three or four times with increased boldness around the guys who were sure to keep her drinking with each exit from the water. As her hand might linger on an arm or knee after laughing at a joke, a few guys tried cautiously to bait her with questions to gauge her awareness of the indecent exposure and to maybe see if she was hoping for some encouragement from them to go farther.
One loud story from a guy who bragged about his conquest in a bar by getting girls to lift their shirts for drinks, was met with indifference by J and a quick move to a different group of guys. Maintaining her "innocence", she never lost her composure, sending the strong message that she expected to be treated like a lady, or her "inadvertent" show would end. At least for the offenders.
She had always claimed that the excitement she got from showing herself to another man was only because it turned me on and for the great sex that we would have afterward. Whether she was now thinking of sex with me, or being fucked by everybody in the room, there was no question that she didn't need my encouragement anymore to continue this admiration that she was drinking in from men that shouldn't be allowed to see her this way.
I think it was becoming evident to everyone there that she was putting on this provocative show deliberately but that her rules were strictly "hands-off" as a couple of the guys had casually rested a hand in the small of her back or brushed the back of their hand against a nipple that tempted him when handing her a drink. I was proud of how she handled herself while fending off their attempts without losing their interest in the tease. Her flirting was very good -- and she knew it.
With that confidence in her ability to keep control, I decided to excuse myself to the outside of the glassed-in pool area to allow them all a little freedom to explore her limits without the threat of a jealous husband. From my vantage point in the darker hallway outside the glass I was able to see everything without them seeing me. I wasn't going to let her get raped but I kind of wanted to see how much she would tolerate -- or generate - if I wasn't at her side.
With me still outside looking in, the show did reach its limit for her when one of the drunker guys must have mustered some courage from the combination of her teasing and my absence and crossed a line. Whatever he had said or done as he stood closely behind her in the pool caused her to turn without a smile and make her way toward the edge. He chased her step for step through the water and as she reached her hands toward the top of the ladder to get out, he forced his weight into her from the back, pinning her to the rungs as his hands gripped her hips. I could see her mouth the words, "Stop it", through gritted teeth as she struggled to put space between them but with each step up the ladder he ground his pelvis into the firm cheeks of her ass while pulling her back into him.
There was a sprinkling of nervous laughter from the deck's envious spectators but it began to fade as they realized that she wasn't playing anymore and at the top step, as she made a final lunge to escape his grip on the sides of her swimsuit, when he tried to pull her back by the stretched material, both tits bounced out into full view. Regaining her balance on the wet deck took a couple of seconds as her tits bobbed with the effort but as her wobbly legs got their footing she regained composure quickly and pulled the top of her suit back up over her bare breasts. Turning to look at the guy in the pool with a scowl she hurried away from him and the group that stood in shock between her and the dressing room she would probably have chosen otherwise.
Looking around for a friendly face -- mine, I suppose -- and unable to see me making my way back outside the mirrored glass, she might have for the first time shown momentary fear for the situation she found herself in. Everybody was pretty loose by this time as a result of the open bar, and inhibitions had now been breached by a leader in the wolf pack.
The back of her suit was pushed tightly into the crack of her ass from the assault and now resembled a thong that completely exposed her pale freckled cheeks that were as flushed as the rest of her body. And, in spite of the wet fabric that now recovered her tits, the scene remained somewhat erotic with her erect nipples still bouncing inside a practically invisible suit as she scanned the room for an escape with a little bit of desperation in her eyes.
With few options, she chose her refuge in a whirlpool spa in the corner of the room that happened to be adjacent to the darkened windows that I had reached. The small pool was only big enough for 3 or 4 people and she saw security in the two guys who were sitting there, as they had been content to watch her show for the last half hour from a distance. I know that she still couldn't see me as I stood in the darker room outside the glass and probably wondered where I could have been in her time of need, but she was obviously intent on making her way to the safety of the two friends in that whirlpool until I returned.
one of the guys was Ryan, a 31-year-old who had grown up with our son and who had probably had his diapers changed by J when he was a baby. He had grown into a handsome and popular man that worked part-time at the hotel and had remained close. J probably would have refused this much exhibitionism had she known that Ryan was going to be there, but she was already emboldened by the alcohol and the attention she was getting from her tease when he had shown up unexpectedly and late. In her revealing attire, I also doubt that she would have gotten close to him the entire night if she hadn't needed the safety that her familiarity with him now provided.
The other guy in the whirlpool was David, a high-school classmate of hers that had become a regular at the hotel as he frequently returned home to visit his aging parents. David and J had been good friends in school but, as a black guy in a different racial time, never pursued any romantic interest with her then. She and I had often joked about her being with him as a fantasy since they made this renewed contact in adulthood, but it was only in fun.
It wouldn't surprise me if their decency had been what had caused these two guys to segregate themselves from the larger group while J had been getting "exploited." They were that sort of friends to her and most likely not all that anxious to have to figure out a way to keep from staring at the amount of her body that was showing. I'm sure they appreciated her sensuous beauty but her reputation with them was not one of a woman that would knowingly allow herself to be exposed like this. And their reputation with her would not have been as guys that would have taken voyeuristic advantage of the kind of show she seemed unaware of providing.
Moving as quickly across the deck as her unsteady feet would carry her, she held her arms crossed in front of her bouncing tits with a new found modesty until she reached the whirlpool and slid shoulder-deep into the water with her back to the leering crowd. A few of the threatening bunch walked over to the whirlpool's edge and tried to reassure J that she could come back and safely join them but, without turning to look at them, she told them that she just wanted to relax in this water until I got back into the room.
That was the cue for David and Ryan to realize that she apparently had chosen them for her security. They sat quietly facing her in the pool, establishing themselves as neutral in her brief debate with her admirers, until one of the guys on the deck dipped his toe in the water as if testing her willingness to have him join the trio. When she drew away from that side of the pool, Ryan must have finally believed that she was truly done with her teasing display and, assuming his implied responsibility to defend her, he good-naturedly spoke up and said, "The lady has spoken fellas. Give her some room."
With that, he slid around the bench they were sitting on to her left side and stretched his legs across the pool, sending the strong message that there wasn't enough room for anybody else on that side. Almost simultaneously, David must have had enough of these guys because he also sat himself up onto the first underwater step on her right, blocking entry for anyone looking to literally test the waters. With all three of them with their backs to the crowd now it certainly gave the appearance that J had lost interest in her playtime, and the group gradually retreated to their drinks at the tables on the other side of the room.
In this newfound privacy of their setting, facing into a darkened wall of glass, and away from the crowd, within a few minutes, J seemed to gain a renewed confidence and interest in what she could safely get away with. She definitely hadn't forgotten why she was dressed like she was and as she began to slightly bob her chest in and out of the churning water, it was becoming clear that she was interested in the attention that she could control even with these two good friends.
They made small talk and David and Ryan initially tried their hardest not to focus on her nipples that would periodically strain against the nearly transparent fabric of her swimsuit at the churning water level. Each time she raised above the water they would try to look away as they continued in conversation but she is a merciless tease when she is turned on and will even let herself be "accidentally" seen by friends in their own homes if her pussy is driving her and their wives can't see what she's doing.
I decided to stay where I was since she once again had the upper hand with the victims for her tease and I still wanted to see how uninhibited she could be in my absence now. I could hear them talking through the louvered vents at the top of the windows and could tell that she was looking for courage in the last drink of wine from the glass David was holding when she got in. In fact, by the time she had finished in one gulp somebody else's drink that had been left on the pool's edge, she looked determined to once again make this a tease that none of us would forget -- including her rescuers.
Her loose tongue had created a vamp vs. gentleman routine that David and Ryan seemed happy to play the straight men to as she made suggestive remarks that never actually crossed the line of propriety but increased their interest in what she had on display and loosened them up a little in the process. Sometimes holding her erect nipples at the water level and sometimes prolonging the exposures of her breasts that pushed against her wet swimsuit each time she surfaced, she left little doubt that the three of them had just resumed the "unintentional" display that she had been enjoying so much a few minutes before with the larger audience.
I think she started this tonight as usual because of my encouragement and approval but she had to be picking up on the veiled compliments from Ryan that started to surface each time her nipples appeared, indicating that I was not her only admirer. There was definitely a sparkle in her eye when he commented on the tan-lines of her cleavage that showed through the transparent fabric clearly and let them all know that she was being noticed. Then finally, when she left her breasts on display just above the water even after he said something about it being "nippy" in there, I knew that she was no longer playing this out just because it turned me on, and I was content to see how much she would do as foreplay before seeking me out to finish her off.
The scene before Ryan must have been somewhat confusing for him. As an adult male he could read the flirting and the sexual arousal he was seeing in J but he had to reserve his behavior as that of a friend that was more than a testosterone-filled, bachelor. Maybe this was a side to J he didn't know or more likely it was how she acted with a little alcohol in her. Either way, he had to guard against taking advantage of a situation that I would guess, even with the age difference, he would have pursued more aggressively -- had it not been J.
Since he couldn't mistake her apparent willingness to hold the sexual interest of others in my absence, he decided to see if she would accept some help in her adventure. Their relationship had always been a close one that allowed teasing - sometimes on the edge -- and even with me around he would sometimes surprise us with joking that normally came from guys of our own generation.
He had a quick wit often reminding her that guys his age think she's "hot" and had once followed the remark with kidding about making me an "Indecent Proposal" as was once presented in the movies. We had laughed about it then but it was one of those things that when mentioned in context, carried enough truth with it that faces would blush and the subject would have to get changed quickly.
I'm pretty sure that she had always been fantasy material for all our son's friends as they passed through puberty but always as a trim and friendly female that could make them feel like men with the attention she gave them as boys. If a line of propriety got crossed during their kidding around in adulthood, Ryan would always quickly use their age difference and relationship as a defense for his funny remarks, and we all accepted it. But this night the line was getting blurred by her as they were enjoying the same things -- she the tease and he the show -- and I'll bet age was no longer a factor as 31-year-old hormones were being fueled by this beautiful lady that was obviously enjoying the sexual attention she was getting from him.
When J asked if he thought she was making this water "hot", Ryan instantly recognized the reference and seized the opportunity by asking if she thought I'd be interested in an "indecent proposal" if I was there.
Her nipples literally grew before our eyes as the alcohol was working and her tongue was heading her toward the kind of adventure she liked, though usually with guys she didn't know and always with me in the room. Raising up slightly and straightening her shoulders back with a "you-can't-bully-me" look, her suit stretched to a new transparency as she shot back to my surprise, "He's not here. Do you want to make an offer?"
I know what he wanted to do was to ask if he could touch the distended buds that he now began to stare at as her breasts seemed to beg for his attention and unbeknownst to him might actually have welcomed a tender pinch. Her areolas were totally visible and her protruding nipples were actually rolling back and forth against her suit as she unconsciously wiggled them at him with an attitude.
Even if he believed that her presentation to his eyes could be interpreted as an invitation to touch like he might have with any other woman who was acting like this, Ryan must have known that if he suggested any real contact between J and him she would resist it as and the game would almost certainly be over. She had gotten a little tipsy and even I think she was hoping for something more physical, but I doubt that she would have allowed Ryan to touch her right then either.
We had all just seen her reaction when she felt threatened by the group's physical advances a few minutes ago in spite of the aroused state she seemed to be in then. But, as she resumed this teasing exposure once in the whirlpool, it looked like she was really wishing for an excuse to be a little naughty if she could do it without losing face and be the one in control.
Usually quick-witted and a step ahead of her in their teasing, he was now startled from his thoughts when he felt her hand lift his chin, forcing his eyes to meet hers, as she pursued the wager.
"Well?" she asked.
As she coyly floated her breasts back below the water, he immediately turned bright red as he realized he had been caught staring at my wife's puffy nipples that were straining against the wet material of her suit. Like a kid caught with his hand in the cookie jar his eyes shifted away from hers again but then seemed to light up mischievously as he looked at David, and then back at her.
The tension was palpable and Ryan's ogling pause hadn't helped to ease that, but he must have been thinking that he had better not delay any more if what she needed was his safe encouragement to keep playing this game.
With a nod in David's direction, he raised his eyebrows to J and quietly suggested, "I'll bet David keeps a thermometer in his pocket that would tell the water temperature."
The sound of the whirlpool prevented the group of spectators across the room from hearing his veiled indecent proposal but Ryan had to have known that David could hear and must have just thought that since he wasn't going to be involved himself, and hadn't really used any vulgar language, he was off the hook if either of them objected. Still, he must have been worried that this sexy woman, might slap his face for such a remark as she puckered her lips with a mock scolding look in recognition of exactly what he meant.
To my surprise, and hardly missing a beat, she sarcastically replied to Ryan -- almost like she had expected that particular dare - "And what do I get in this proposal?"
"I think you'd get as much as you wanted," he shot back with a laugh, leaving little doubt now about what his suggestion had meant.
She must have been hoping for this kind of excuse to go farther because she couldn't hide the wheels that were turning in her head. Having seen this look before when she would take new steps of boldness in exhibitionist foreplay - most recently in the dressing room when she removed the swimsuit liner - I could tell that she was actually processing this as a possibility if she could do it "innocently."
J was in rare form with this tease that was breaking new ground for her. She was as near to being naked as I had ever seen her with any guy in a close-up tease before and she was doing it while alone with these two that she knew. Not only was there hardly any visual barrier between her nudity and them, but she was also showing signs of letting them take her into the uncharted territory of touch that a barrier as thin as her suit would likely invite them to touch back.
I don't think that she was asking permission, but her glassy eyes turned to David's, who sat there with a wide grin on his face from the joke he thought Ryan was making. No doubt remembering our fantasy talk about interracial sex, she scanned the wet, black skin that glistened from his shoulders down to his stomach and paused where the water churned just above his crotch. Probably trying to keep from getting caught staring herself, she returned her look into his eyes with an expression of playfulness that was similar to what she would have for me when her public tease had taken us to a point where she wanted to be fucked.
The awkward lull in the conversation gave evidence that everybody's thoughts had become disrupted by what was happening and a wrong word spoken might bring an awareness back that they probably didn't really want. Trying to clear her head of the fuzziness from the alcohol and the sexually charged air that she had been producing with her own seductive behavior, she blinked her eyes as I could see her trying to rationalize her next move.
The primary motivation for her in any of this sort of play has always been that everybody gets a bit of sexual gratification from her performances. Even if it was just a very obvious appreciation shown by those she teased, she had always been happy to take risks for them and me that made her incredibly horny in the process. And, most of the time, a fairly tame flash of skin or a jiggle of a breast was all the satisfaction she needed but she had on a couple of rare occasions gone beyond that when she could find a way of justifying the pleasure as being worth the risk.
A favorite game of hers is played sometimes when we're traveling and we wait in the car at rest stops until a guy she wants to tease walks by into the building so she can follow inside to flash him a little. One evening recently, after slipping her jacket off to reveal her braless nipples poking against her tank top, she spent several minutes talking to one attractive trucker who was exceptionally complimentary of her shape when the subject of her age came up. He was a charmer that kept the conversation going so she would keep showing and within minutes I could tell that she had been swept off her feet in a way that was making her want to risk something extra for him.
When a mother and two young children came into the building J put her jacket back on as a cover and said her good-byes as he complimented her again and told me to never stop appreciating her beauty. Flattered and aroused by his attention, instead of finding a dark corner of the parking lot or a picnic table where she usually would talk about what she had done while I licked her pussy, she asked me to wait with her in the car until he came back out so we could see which truck he returned to when he left the building.
Before he could drive out, she shocked me by asking me to pull alongside his truck with our dome light on while she was stripping down naked and we were weaving through the lot. When I got to his truck where he sat doing paperwork in the cab, when he looked up J was sure to have him notice her locking her door before reclining her seat and begin fingering her already wet pussy. In a stroke of erotic genius, I produced a banana from our snack bag and laid it between her naked tits for her to do what she had often done for me. I couldn't see him from my seat but she never stopped looking up at him as she put both feet on the dash and pushed the banana deeply into her soaking cunt for what must have been quite a view for him. It only took a few plunges until she was bucking with an orgasm and even before she had stopped whimpering she further amazed me by getting out of the car completely nude and stood on rubbery legs between our vehicles.
When his door opened I immediately sprang into action to protect her but was relieved to see him remain in the cab and saw what had made her want to get out. As I froze, standing on my side of the car, his door blocked my view from his chest down but what I could see was him turned sideways in his seat to face her and unmistakably jacking off for my naked wife as she stood below watching him while he ignored me. I don't know how much bolder she might have gotten with this guy that had struck a sexual nerve with her but their time together was cut short when the headlights of a truck behind us came on and took her out of the shadows and into a spotlight for the entire trucker's lot.
She was already headed back toward our car when an air horn sounded a short blast in appreciation for the show and she quickly tossed the banana to him and dove into her seat for our getaway. Whether traumatized from getting caught looking at another man's cock for the first time in over 30 years or awakening to the slutty demonstration she had just put on for him without asking me, she sat quietly in her seat still naked for several minutes as we drove away until finally breaking the awkward silence by asking to stop at the next dark exit in the country. Once there I could see she had been crying and in an act that almost seemed like dutiful repentance, she got out to lie on the hood of the car and let me quickly fuck her while the cars passed by on the highway below us.
Another time, while on a cross-country Amtrak trip she befriended a guy from across the aisle of our sleeper car that repeatedly enjoyed prolonged, braless views into her strategically unbuttoned shirts as she visited with him over a two-day trip. On the evening of his departure, she hurried me back to our tiny bedroom and hid me behind a curtain so that she could stand brushing her hair while totally naked in the window as he walked by the platform at his home stop. When he did a double-take as he went by our car, she pretended to notice what she had just done when he stopped to look but, without covering herself, turned to face him in a pose of total vulnerability before turning back to the mirror and the brushing of her long blond hair. As the train slowly rolled away from the station, she began a reverse strip-tease, slowly putting on her sheer panties and bra as he kept pace for a time and we crept by the other departing passengers and staff that were gathering luggage and making their way into the station until we were rolling along into the dark countryside.
Of course, that level of teasing was rare and was never done within 100 miles of home but it demonstrated to me a creative willingness in her to be much naughtier if she can get away with it safely. To be innocent at the same time that she was being a predator didn't seem at all a contradiction to her if she could do it with polite, anonymous class.
It was with that quirky logic that she must have been trying to reconcile her next move and excuse what she most likely wanted to do. "A quick feel inside the pocket of another man's trunks doesn't mean I've been unfaithful, especially if it's to be used as foreplay for sex with my husband. This could be the culmination of our playtime and we could go home for the sex that we intended when this all began. I can do it quietly so only David and I know for sure. It'll be harmless."
As an expert tease that knew she could make a cock drip just from the way she exposed herself, if she actually reached over and touched David's black cock, it would have been the first time she had done such a thing for any guy. We had speculated that things might someday get physical with her teasing but we had talked of the more likely scenario of her letting some guy feel up her tits through her clothes rather than her touching him. Her own hypothetical stipulation at that time had left the door open a little for some kind of touch but she insisted that the limit to physical contact for her was that there could be no sexual penetration of her. She claimed that there was a certain virginity about it that reflected the level of dignity she wanted to maintain for both her, and the guys she teased, as she would show her body to them in varying degrees of nudity but having sex with them would be wrong.
In this whirlpool she seemed to have Ryan on the run with their little game of daring now as her exaggerated dramatic pause was timed to make him believe that she was actually thinking about it. As she playfully drifted her hand in David's direction while taunting Ryan with looks of "You don't think I'll do it, do you?" Ryan leaned toward her as if to watch for a touch that I'd bet he didn't think would occur.
I'll never know if she had made the decision to actually put her hand in David's pocket or if he would have granted the permission because, with her hand still floating in the water feigning movement in that direction, Ryan pushed against the shoulder closest to him causing her to tip into David and landing her hand into his lap.
The slip might have been unnoticed and excused for just that except that J's unbalance from the alcohol and the force with which Ryan nudged her actually made her struggle a bit to get herself upright. As she tried to push herself back up, David made no attempt to help her and might have even scooted away a little bit as his contribution to the game, providing less leverage for her to push herself up and causing her hand to linger briefly near his crotch.
That hesitation began a giggling spell for her that was having a great risqué effect on them all as she exaggerated her efforts in a way that actually left little doubt that she didn't want to pull her hand away from him even if Ryan would have stopped his gentle pressure against her. The playfulness continued for several seconds until Ryan finally backed away to let J try to regain her composure.
It was then that the reality of the moment must have hit both J and David because where there had been no reason previously to think that it had been anything but an accidental touch, now their two faces suddenly betrayed her underwater act that had become voluntary. One face was that of a gorgeous white b woman self-consciously turning away from David to look at Ryan with a combination of surprise, adventure and determination. The other face was that of a kindly black man whose eyes looked down in disbelief as he jerked and then shuddered from the touch of her delicate hand lingering between his legs.
David was still sitting on the upper step of the underwater bench that exposed most of his ebony chest and abdomen, while J and Ryan were on the lower bench putting the waterline near their armpits. The motion of her right arm barely under the water's surface was tentative but there was no mistaking what she had found as her giggling quieted to a smile - as though concentrating on a task - still looking at Ryan and avoiding David's reaction.
So far, probably only four people in the building knew what she had just done but the sudden silence that replaced the laughter, and the curl at the edges of her lips, left little doubt to us four that she was pleased with herself. Her thoughts of a quick feel that would lead to some wild sex with her husband had apparently been replaced by those of curiosity and exploration of this dark, forbidden fruit. As her arm hovered in position without protest from David, I could tell that she was already being carried away by lust whether or not she had determined that this much touch was justified.
Even if it came as an embarrassing surprise to him, David seemed to welcome the underwater intrusion as his knee gradually, and noticeably, rippled the top of the water spreading in her direction. When a fist--sized bump next appeared close to the waistband inside of his trunks at water level - and then disappeared -- I was given my first indication that her hand had actually slipped up inside the leg of his trunks rather than just fondling him through the material.
Her motion was subtle but, with her arm nearly fully extended toward him, there was little doubt that her fingers were at the hairy base of her first black cock and trying to work back toward the tip without too obviously moving her arm down his leg. Under the lewd circumstances, she and David soon began to involuntarily squirm, nearly in unison, as Ryan's shock subsided and he smiled slightly in appreciation for what he had apparently just accomplished.
Struggling to discreetly gain the necessary leverage to work her hand into a position so that she could feel the entire length of this casual friend's cock, J had braced herself against the pool's edge by lifting her left elbow up onto the deck causing her breasts to stay well above the water line. No longer just intermittent exposure to the cooler air, her nipples now stood at full attention, straining against the wet fabric of her swimsuit, and leaving no doubt that she was in a state of arousal as she was losing the battle of looking like an innocent beauty just sitting between friends in a pool.
The smart-aleck conversation had stopped as Ryan seemed to sheepishly try to make himself less of the culprit by sliding neck-deep into the water - almost in an attempt to hide. When he did, it brought his face closer to J's chest and unable to just sneak glances through the transparent fabric at her areolas that were raised by goose bumps that even I could see surrounding her nipples. Rather than discouraging his staring this time though, when he glanced up at her from that position, she grinned and wrinkled her nose at him seeming to give permission to look at her near nakedness all he wants, as long as her hand could stay in contact with this black man's cock.
After 30 years of interpreting her sexual responses during our foreplay, I knew exactly where she was headed. If she can get her hand on my cock, especially on those occasions that she's been able to do it while she's exposing herself to a stranger, she becomes a woman obsessed with milking it to an ejaculation that she can feel coursing through her fingers. David didn't know it yet, and I was having a hard time believing it, but he was probably about to become a victim of that same exhibitionist trigger that would most likely make his the first cock since our marriage to have its semen pulse through her fingers.
Trying to keep her upper arm motionless, she continued the slow, methodical pulls on as much of the length of David's black meat as she could reach, stealing glances in his direction that he would still not return. With it hardly an act of innocent fondling anymore and the verbal exchanges now quiet, I don't think he wanted to raise her self-consciousness -- at least not until she was done with him.
From Ryan's point of view at water level, it really looked like, if she just was sitting up a little higher, her arm would be in a more natural position to discreetly work inside David's trunks. Sitting higher would also ensure the full exposure of her practically naked, swollen nipples that she no longer seemed to mind showing continuously anyway. The mischievous chemistry between her and Ryan is what seemed to make her receptive to taking these risks of exposure and touch in the first place. Since she trusted him, he must have thought it was time for him to risk again -- with a lap-dance bonus if it paid off.
Using the water's buoyancy to his advantage, he took his all-or-nothing chance. In one underwater motion he deftly slipped one arm behind the small of her back causing her to playfully lean his way without losing her grip on David. Then, with both hands grabbing her sides, he lifted slightly and slid under her as she rested back against his chest with a quiet squeal. He hadn't asked, but she didn't resist, as her arm now looked to be in a much more natural position for reaching into David's trunks and her body was succumbing to a fondness that she has had for the feel of a man's penis since a very early age.
She had been a virgin until she met me but she had tried a little bit of sexual experimenting as most teenagers do. There was a part of her experience that she wasn't proud of, and we didn't ever talk about it again.
Fascinated by the feel of semen spurting through a hard cock, she knew exactly the right ways to touch a man and it was David's good fortune as he sat beside her now in the whirlpool. Once her access to him was improved, she must have found the end of his long black cock because he shivered in what I'm sure was a result of her flicking her thumb over the tip, as her fingers wrapped around it.
In her exhibitionist playtimes, I had never seen her so aroused, sitting on the lap of a man that she had helped raise from a baby and jacking off a guy she had maybe wished for since high school. With the exception of a pale green patch of cloth in the cleavage of her suit, the constricted areolas of both breasts pushed her pointy nipples even farther out for an indecent display that proved J's contentment with her now being recognizably an object of these guys' desire.
Whatever early apprehension she might have felt about her lewd exposure or the fondling of another man's penis, that self-consciousness had given way to the desirability that she was enjoying now as she pleased these two men in their relatively private pool. Her pretense of innocence was gone in this position but nobody was complaining, as Ryan had joined David in making physical contact with her and she had been able to go beyond the tease and was now offering a near-naked, close-up view of her tits to them. Plus, she was probably very close to rinsing a black man's sperm from the palm of her hand. If she could have been more pleased with herself, it wasn't showing now.
I knew that it was getting increasingly difficult for her to consider stopping this before she felt David's sperm racing through his shaft as a result of her expert touch. We still couldn't see it clearly under the water but her arm's movement in a less inhibited stroke was indicative of the legendary length of her first black cock. As his hips began to move in rhythm to her stroking, she had to have known that he was reaching his limit of being hand-fucked as they abandoned propriety and now locked eyes in a lustful stare. She was a victim of her own fantasy that had taken on a life of its own and she seemed unable, or unwilling, to slow it down………. To be continued