Whos Teasing Who

For the last several years, my wife, Judy, 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 when she is, of course, braless. She is a classy, petite 50-year-old blond whose tits are smallish, but stand up cutely and have very pronounced nipples that are hard to take your eyes off of. And, because they’re small, she can create enough space in her tops that when she finds an innocent way to lean over for the right guy, he’s provided a view all the way to her nipples that dangle nakedly inside.

Last week, in celebration of a manager’s retirement at the hotel where Judy works, 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 Judy’s escort and soon discovered that she is among the more popular front desk girls, as the “regulars” were sure to compliment me on her customer service abilities 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 her guests while at work – if I could come and watch – she always refused because of the professional appearance she needed to maintain with these guys whose repeat business was important to the hotel. She didn’t want to risk an unwanted advance because a regular customer misinterpreted her dress or behavior behind the desk as an invitation.

But this time she agreed to let down her guard a little because, unbeknownst to any of the other employees or guests, Judy had also given her notice to quit, so she was also celebrating her last days on the job. 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 relationship 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 jeans and a tight-knit, button-down sweater with a thin, lacy bra underneath. She planned to start with her sweater buttoned all except at the very top, but to “struggle” to keep the next three buttons fastened, providing views of her modest 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.

She worked the plan well with exposures that were brief and “unintentional” but were obvious turn-ons to both her and her customers as her erect nipples showed through both layers of material. Even without stimulation, her nipples usually stand up as tiny buttons on the ends of her breasts that sag very little. But, when she gets turned on, they become great indicators of her level of arousal as those tiny 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 sweater 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 and sweater 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 filmy white, 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 sweater had generated and this suit had the added element of high cut leg openings 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 Judy 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 beautiful figure, she should be glad for an opportunity to safely show more of it to those who first appreciated her friendship rather than the sensual feast she could now provide them. 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.”

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 toned 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 suit 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 Judy 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 blazers and bow-ties behind the front desk for the last two years 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 usually served them coffee in the mornings and 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 hotel lobby 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 Judy and the voyeuristic opportunity that her “naiveté” provided to those who should have been paying more attention to the farewell. Judy 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 longtime customers 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 Judy 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 tight 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 21-year-old who had grown up with our son and who had probably had his diapers changed by Judy 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 to her as a surrogate son. Judy probably would have refused this much exhibitionism had she known that Ryan was going to be there, since their friendship extended past the hotel, 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 guest at the hotel as he frequently returned home to visit his aging parents. David and Judy 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 Judy 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 Judy 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 Judy 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, Judy 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 Judy but he had to reserve his behavior as that of a close friend that was more of a son than a testosterone-filled, bachelor. Maybe this was a side to Judy 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 Judy.

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 “mother/son” 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 21-year-old hormones were being fueled by this beautiful lady that was obviously enjoying the sexual attention she was getting from him.

When Judy 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 Judy and him she would resist it as nearly incestuous and this 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 Judy 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, who very nearly is his mother, 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.”

Judy 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 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 Judy 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 Judy 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 Judy’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 Judy try to regain her composure.

It was then that the reality of the moment must have hit both Judy 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 blonde 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 Judy 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, Judy 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 white 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 Judy’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, but she once told me that her older brother had taught her how to jack him off when she was at an impressionable age and convinced her that there was nothing wrong with it as long as she kept her clothes on. He then exploited her youth and desire for popularity by paying her a dollar each to jack off his wrestling teammates when they came over to lift weights on weekends.

She said it only amounted to the guy standing with his gym shorts down at his knees in a corner of their basement as she perched cutely on the arm of a couch, chomping on her gum and chatting incessantly about how she hoped to be a good girlfriend someday while she easily jerked a guy off. Looking back she considers it a testament to the hormones of the adolescent male as the only reason that they would endure even those few minutes of her immaturity for the benefit of quickly cumming in her hand as teenage cocks are prone to do.

It was this pretty casual introduction to a variety of guys and the sexual pleasure she could give them that evolved into a confidence in her feminine desirability and an expectation of a tingling between her own legs when their cocks convulsed as a result of her young touch. By the end of that winter she was richer for both the money she had made and the experience she had gained but, after a few months, her brother brought the arrangement to an end when she confessed to him that many of them were giving her an extra dollar to unbutton her shirt and fondle her little titties while she stroked them to orgasms.

Returning to a monogamous relationship with him whenever he asked her to jack him off, he eventually was teaching her the joys of her own climax by dry humping against her pussy until she would muffle her screams of ecstasy and then quickly reach into his pants in time for her to feel him ejaculate his seed into her hand. Because she’d grown to like the sensation of the safe release of a guy’s sperm in her hand and the Pavlovian way that her pussy responded, it was difficult for her when he left for college, but lucky for me when we started dating only six months later.

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 white patch of cloth in the small cleavage of her suit, the sheer fabric was completely flesh colored and the constricted areolas of both breasts pushed her pointy nipples even farther out for an indecent display that proved Judy’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 small 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.

Once placed on Ryan’s lap, in addition to the immodest display of her tits through the transparent swimsuit, with his hands at her sides, he had gradually pulled against her top enough to reveal the pink crests of her areolas extending above the fabric. All that was keeping her top from dropping below the upper ring of the puffy areolas was her hardened nipples that held firmly at the hem of her suit. She could see what had happened but by now showing the tops of her breasts couldn’t have seemed as high a priority as the feel of the black, velvety cock about to explode in her hand, while she pushed her own tingling cunt against a new stiffening bulge from behind.

Looking over her shoulder, Ryan had a prolonged view of her cleavage and distended nipples close-up and probably thought back on the times he had gotten peeks of them before. Judy had never been shy about wearing revealing clothing or being braless around our son’s friends while they were growing up and I believed her when she angrily said that she was never turned on by the brief exposures to those kids, but she couldn’t deny being turned on now by what she was showing to this boy turned man.

She hadn’t been able to stop her pussy from grinding since she first touched the wiry pubic hair inside David’s trunks, even after resting on Ryan’s lap. He had to have worried that his hard cock pressing into her from behind might cause her to remember who she was playing with and end the fun, not to mention his worry of embarrassment if she were to feel his hot semen pulsing through the water between her legs.

But, the look I could see on Judy’s face proved to me that Ryan’s hardened presence against her was giving her no second thoughts about who he was. As she alternated between peering into the water below David and then down past her almost nude cleavage to the flexing of her own hips, she was obviously lost in the sensation of being this close to two strange cocks while being put on display as her exhibitionist bonus.

While I strained to watch the action below the churning waters without making myself visible on the other side of the windows, in an unexpected stroke of good luck, the whirlpool timer suddenly expired and the water became calm. After a momentary hesitation, when the movement of Judy’s hand inside the leg of David’s trunks resumed, the three of them seemed resigned to the improved view of one another through the chlorine-tint, which probably hadn’t been concealing much to them anyway.

Through the calmer water and with the help of the underwater lights I could now see Judy’s knees were spread into a straddle on both sides of Ryan’s legs in what must have been her attempt to discreetly imbed his clothed manhood into the crease formed by her swollen pussy’s lips outlining the fabric of her swimsuit. The gap between her legs was enough to reveal a bulge in his navy blue trunks that now darkened the water below her trimmed patch of pubic hair that was clearly visible through the stretched material of her swimsuit. She had a long cock in her right hand that was nearing orgasm but she could feel and now begin to see the size and shape of this young man that had just moved her onto his lap putting her middle-aged black friend to shame.

It appeared as though Ryan was beginning to understand that she wasn’t as opposed to his humping into her as he had feared and was actually beginning to welcome this underwater dance with him because his fingers had started flexing at her sides where they had rested idly before she began the subtle rocking of her hips. Still with his perfect view of her nearly naked cleavage, he could see that his hands were the keys to fully exposing her perky little breasts that were still pushing against the fabric of her swimsuit.

No doubt using his own experience with women his age as his guide, he began to work at the suit that was just barely held above her long nipples. As he drew the fabric tight it was actually her own gyrations that suddenly caused both tits to spring out above the stretched material in a little bounce and a squeal that she couldn’t suppress.

In a half-hearted effort to regain her early pledge to show no bare skin, Judy instinctively moved her left hand to her chest to cover her nakedness and sheepishly smiled at David who was now catching every detail of the show above and below the water. Her red cheeks might have been the result of embarrassment or might have been from the heat of the whirlpool but my guess is that she was losing her battle with decency and was flushed with raw desire.

The suit was now stretched so tightly by the pressure of Ryan’s hands that pulled her hips down into his crotch that her attempts to carefully tuck her tits back in with only one hand was proving futile and distracting and she wasn’t about to use both hands. Finally realizing that to stay covered while pleasing herself with these two wouldn’t be easy, she must have figured that she would have to surrender her partial nudity for the sake of her lust.

Weakly smiling at David in submission, she ran her fingers under each of her little mounds, lifting them fully out onto what little material bunched up under them to support the barely perceptible sag. With her cute, upturned nipples practically winking at him, David continued to watch as she rubbed the left one with her thumb, raising goose bumps across her entire chest that extended down to the buds on the tips of her naked breasts that were being freely offered for his inspection.

She was definitely nearing the brink of lost control as she less guardedly increased the tempo on David’s member at the same time that Ryan’s pumping into her from behind was actually bouncing her freed tits with each thrust. She apparently couldn’t believe what she was feeling between her legs and hardly needed pulled against it as she met his every plunge with a downward push of her own.

Was this the boy whose diapers she had changed? With her knees now spread wide to the outside of Ryan’s thighs, her grinding continued against the fabric of his boxer swimming trunks drawing the stretched band of material of her suit tightly against her pussy and exposing some of her puffy outer labia to the cloth of Ryan’s trunks. She was now softly grunting with each jab of his covered organ against her flesh that was trying to break free of the fabric that contained it.

Her weakness for exhibitionism had provided her the courage to get to this point but she was nearing a “fuck me” stage that would be fueled by her coming orgasm if she wasn’t stopped. I could see that as she unashamedly spread her legs wide while pushing against Ryan’s cock, she was searching for the clitoral satisfaction that she had associated with the giving of hand jobs in her teenage years. As she proudly thrust her naked, jiggling breasts out for them to see, she was trying to get him to push his dick directly against her clit to give her the orgasm that she now looked like she was demanding.

Apparently not satisfied with Ryan’s ability to provide her the necessary stimulation, she slipped her left hand down into the water, slowly moving it along the hem of her suit that had wedged itself in between the puffy lips of her pussy. Her hand rested against the youthful hardness of Ryan’s trunks and remained there motionless as I would guess she was wondering if she could trust these two guys not to fuck her if she went as far as fingering herself to an orgasm.

They had provided her the necessary safety from those other guys trying to violate her earlier but now she would be depending on their self-control, to keep from getting herself fucked by anybody but me for the first time. And possibly a shared fuck, at that.

To make matters of her control worse, even while her left hand had hesitated at her crotch, her right hand continued its hidden workings inside David’s trunks. She didn’t seem to be stroking it anymore as much as she was kneading it more vigorously and probably closer to the tip as her wrist was now visible at the hem of his trunks. His eyes had followed the motion of her hand to her own crotch and he began gripping the edge of the pool in what looked to be anticipation of his cumming secretly into her hand inside his trunks.

When he peered into the direction of the steadily growing exposure of her pussy, Judy did the same into the clear water between his legs with an urge that must have been to see this man’s black cock as an exchange for what she was showing him. With a gentle roll of her wrist, she raised the leg of his loose-fitting trunks high enough to bring into view what was a swollen dark brown cock head that was close to the size of the palm of her hand. It wasn’t a monstrosity that pornography would have us believe that every black man possesses but the shaft was an African black color that contrasted starkly with the petite white hand that was making the brown tip flare with each squeeze. The sight apparently was inspiring enough to Judy that she began to tentatively massage her clit with the fingers that were wedged against her own crotch and resting on Ryan’s trunks.

While his chin rested on her left shoulder, I doubt that Ryan was aware of the uncovering of David’s cock that held her hypnotic stare to the right, but he surely was enjoying the view of her long nipples that peeked up at him atop the gentle curve of her naked breasts as he whispered something into her ear that made her smile. He seemed less concerned with what she could do for David and quite content with her acceptance of his rigid probing into the softness of the partially clad crease that was wantonly split atop him.

The bulge that even I could see running down the inside of the leg of his trunks was every bit as impressive as what we middle-aged guys remembered to have had as a 21 year-old. I hate to admit it but I’d guess that Judy was remembering it too as she did her best to resist the buoyancy of the water so she could meet his thrusts that were intensified by him using his leg to work the shape of his cock into her slit.

As her left hand became more active in between her own legs, she had pushed the edge of her suit to the side with her index and middle fingers that were sliding under her suit in a circling of her half-naked clit and occasionally dipping along the hem into her pussy and then back out again. In the process, her ring and little fingers were beginning to gently move against Ryan’s hardness with each gyration.

Each finger stroke was methodically pulling the fabric of his trunks upward and when I saw the massive white tip of his cock begin to peer out of the leg of his trunks, I stopped doubting that she would soon have a naked dick in that hand, too. Ryan’s contentment with fucking her through her clothes couldn’t have lasted if Judy had gotten his less experienced flesh nestled against the lips of her aching cunt that I’m certain would not have wanted to stop him from sliding into her.

She had already reached a new level of daring adventure by allowing her tits to be brazenly shown to these guys without any hint of embarrassment or teasing pretense anymore. That she was jacking off a black man that was enjoying her nakedness was almost beyond belief. Even when Ryan whispered again into her ear and she nodded before his large hands moved up her belly and became the first since our marriage to eagerly cup her supple, little 50 year-old breasts, I actually might have been okay with just watching her enjoy his boyish tugging on her sensitive nipples, if I could have counted on them to just masturbate one another into delirium.

But Judy’s actions were obviously becoming more controlled by the lust that these circumstances had brought her to and less by the calculated tease that she prided herself as being. I had always told her that, if she allowed me to watch her entice strange men into the belief that she could be had, I would serve as the brakes that she knew she would need to keep from getting fucked no matter how much either of them thought she wanted it at the time.

She liked the freedom that having me as a sort of designated driver allowed, so that when the mood struck her she could venture farther into the tease knowing that if she ever got into the position that she was now approaching, I would intervene. No matter how she had justified getting herself there, she had my promise to keep her from crossing that line that she considered too be immoral. Whatever masturbation fantasies that she would concede to those that admired her exhibitionism, she didn’t think that she could live with herself if she was ever penetrated in anyway by another man.

If the truth was known, I don’t think it would have bothered me to see her impaled on the end of either of these guys’ dicks to complete the picture of her total surrender to them. I had always encouraged her to push her sexual limits and promised to support her as long as she remained my wife. Still, hating to tear my eyes away from the erotic scene before me, I honored my commitment to protect her from adultery and made my way back into the pool area.

When I entered, I was sure to announce myself with greetings to the group that was still partying around the tables so that the three in the whirlpool with their back to us could compose themselves. Upon hearing my voice, all three slid quickly into the water to chest level and with a little fumbling around, Judy managed to pull her suit back up over her tits before I got to the whirlpool’s edge.

Through the still water I could see that the crotch of Judy’s swimsuit hadn’t gotten pulled back and the hem was still wedged securely between the folds of her pussy. As she squirmed on the underwater bench alternately closing and spreading her legs in an attempt to correct it, she only served to drive the cloth deeper into the crease and probably stimulated her clit all the more. In the couple of minutes it had taken me to get back into the room, if she hadn’t reached an orgasm yet, she had to be so close that with this action she would soon detonate into a moaning frenzy right in front of these guys.

Maybe they sensed her anxiety or maybe they were feeling caught or maybe they had already dumped their loads into the pool and just wanted out of there after what they probably feared was an abuse of this senusous beauty. Whichever, as I stood at the edge making small talk for the next minute or so, I confess that I enjoyed a little bit the awkwardness with which all three tried to present themselves until Ryan and David finally excused themselves to their towels and faced the reflective window I had been hiding behind.

David didn’t take long to make his exit but Ryan lingered, facing the window, as he dried off too slowly, probably having a 21 year-old’s stamina and interest in what Judy might still do with me. His continued interest, coupled with what looked like a shameful retreat by David who might have had pangs of remorse after realizing to what he as a married man had just done with my wife, gave me some hope that my rescue of her had come before they had been able to ejaculate.

I’ve never really known how to bring up to her the fact that I had been watching her become a sex toy for a couple of guys and that I hadn’t done anything to stop it. And because she has never brought it up either I guess that I’ll never know what all transpired in those couple of minutes it took me to get back to the pool.

I do know that, even with Ryan still standing ten feet in front of her, when she promptly threw her leg over mine so she could face me in a straddle that allowed her to earnestly grind her pussy into my crotch, she told me all I needed to know about whether she had reached an orgasm with them. Whether she had achieved her goal of feeling their sperm stream through her fingers was still in question.

Holding my face in her hands, she began French-kissing me with abandon, exhaling with each undulation of her hips while my hand was pulling her tits back out of her suit. She whimpered when after a few seconds of her fucking against me, I pushed her hips back away from my pubic bone and breathed into her open mouth, “Wait for me,” but her whimper turned to an excited sigh when I pulled on the shoulder straps of her suit and she nimbly pulled her arms out as I lowered it to her waist.

Any other time she would have fought a public disrobing like this so close to home but she was still a little drunk and so turned on that all she could do was lean in and start kissing me again while she shifted her pussy onto one of my legs and resumed grinding against my thigh bone. The look in her glassy eyes was saying, “I want a long fucking,” more than, “I want to take the time to tease,” but she obliged me every few seconds by backing away to let me fondle her naked tits with only the screening that my shoulders provided between them and the guys that sat at the tables facing us across the room.

Having no qualms about putting her on display myself and in hopes of feeding the exhibitionist appetite that makes her even hornier, I finally pushed her off of my chest an arm’s length to sit upright on my lap offering her nakedness to anybody that might have been looking toward us. Seeing something this time over my shoulder, she quickly crossed her arms in front of her bare chest and lowered herself back into me with an, “Oh, my God,” but that brief exposure to strangers unquestionably affected the increased force and tempo of her pussy riding on my leg while she cowered behind me.

Crouched behind my chest she panted, “Is Ryan looking at us?”

When I told her that he was sitting on a table faced away from us and reading a magazine, I knew that he was really fidgeting there watching her reflection in the window and wouldn’t mind another view of her bare breasts if her time with me produced it.

In a feeble gesture of modesty she lifted her top in front of her naked tits and held it there as she spun on my leg and turned her bare back to me and the rest of the room. Resting her hands on my knees to support her as she resumed rubbing her pussy along my leg, her top fell away and when I pulled it down to her waist again she left it so she could hump her clit more effectively. In this position the sides of her swollen little titties might have been partially visible to the guys at the tables but she was completely vulnerable to Ryan’s eyes if he decided to turn around.

She could always come quickly while naked in public with me but only as long as she thought there was a chance that she wasn’t being entirely seen, or could cover up if discovered. So, in this much more unguarded position for her, even after seeing what I had seen a few minutes earlier, I was more than a little surprised when she seemed to gain energy that fueled a sexy raunchiness instead of slowing her down in self-consciousness.

As Ryan gave no indication that he was going to turn around while he peered over the edge of his magazine into the window, Judy continued to ride my leg by leaning slightly forward and dangling her small tits with a miniature sway in front of her, giving less regard to the view she was also providing from behind but blocking my view of the same frontal nudity that reflected in the glass for Ryan.

We had once figured out a way to somewhat discreetly enjoy a hotel whirlpool like this when alone in Chicago several months ago where she had laid back on my legs and chest while I fingered her to an underwater orgasm. Taking a chance that she would remember that time, too, I broke her pussy’s contact with my leg and pulled her shoulders back onto my chest where I could see her naked nipples respond to my touch. When I asked, “Remember Chicago?” she didn’t hesitate to seize the familiar opportunity as she slid her ass part way down, bending her legs at the knees and raising her feet to the tops of my knees in anticipation of my fingers on her pussy.

It didn’t work out exactly the same as before though because this bench was a little higher in the water than the last time we tried it and her exposure was considerably more now than it was then. With her bare legs completely out of the water and her pubic mound in full view, the shocking predicament of the crotch of her swimsuit became apparent as her flushed skin glistened where it was no longer covered. Not only was one half of her trimmed bush peeking out from under the material but, because she had been using the hem of the garment as friction against her clit, now a fully engorged lip of her pussy was folded over the cloth in an obscene grip.

I’m sure that she felt the cool air on her wet, naked exposure but in a childish gesture she closed her eyes as if to say that it wasn’t happening if she didn’t see what she was presenting to anybody who might have looked. She was so in need of the orgasm that her riding of me or Ryan had not produced, that she was actually going to leave her half-naked pussy exposed so that I could re-enact that other time in the whirlpool when I fingered her into the climax that she was craving even more now.

As I enjoyed the view of this crazy new level of exhibitionism for her, I massaged her tits while she squeezed her thighs together and used her hands to pull the fabric tighter into her aching clit. Opening her eyes to look up at me, she released her hold on her suit and worked her hands under mine where she began tweaking her own nipples and craned her neck to look up at me and plead, “Do my pussy.”

Other than the band of wet cloth that wrapped around her waist and the strand that divided the cleft of her pussy in two, my classy, middle-aged wife was completely nude now to anybody who might muster the courage to interrupt us and she was begging for me to shamelessly fuck her with my fingers even if they did.

I might have been being a little smug considering the slutty behavior she had secretly engaged in with Ryan and David just minutes before without me there, or I might have just been wanting to see her keep going now with this unbridled passion that had her almost naked when she knew that I was watching. Either way, I decided to let her continue to be victimized by her own tease and looked down and replied to her, “You do it.”

Grabbing her wrists I moved her hands from her breasts and placed them in her crotch where they rested with her fingers curling over the edge of her partial nakedness. Her easy compliance could have been considered an effort to cover the transparency of her swimsuit and the pubic hair that was showing from the edge that hadn’t shifted back, but when she asked me to pinch her nipples while her hands began to tug at the fabric again, any notion of a return to modesty was quickly dispelled.

Moving my knees slowly apart, she expertly rode them with her feet into a spread-eagle pose and impulsively pulled her swimsuit the rest of the way off of her pussy leaving the distended lips gaping open if Ryan happened to turn around. Then while holding the suit taut with one hand, she vigorously began to finger her clit, arching her back and making small splashes with each raise of her hips to meet her finger. She was so close to the brink from the idea of being the show that within seconds she was bucking against her hand that now had two fingers plunging into her sloppy cunt in waves of an orgasm that lasted way too long to not get noticed by the rest of the room.

Collapsing heavily against my chest she pulled her fingers out of her pussy just before her relaxing hips rested back onto my legs with a final splash and partial submersion. When she did, her fingers dripped a string of watered-down goo across her pubic hair that she first started to wipe against her suit before looking closer and bringing them up to her mouth where she licked them clean. When she did, Ryan finally turned wide-eyed in our direction and couldn’t avoid looking at her naked cunt that she left spread for him halfway out of the water while she sucked the thin cream from her fingers. When I saw the familiar clench of her abdominal muscles I knew that she was expelling his virile seed into the water from deep inside her and his red face confirmed it as he threw his towel over his head in a hasty exit.

He couldn’t have known that his was the only semen other than my own that she had ever tasted or felt ooze from her cunt but I’m fairly certain that Judy wouldn’t have done that in front of me, if she knew I suspected it to be a young man’s sperm that I had almost watched get pumped into her just minutes earlier. Rolling to her side while still lying on me, she straddled one of my legs while pulling herself up to face me and panted into my shoulder as she tried to suppress her giggling.

When I asked her what she was laughing about, she leaned back, raising her arms above her head while brushing her hair away from her face in a proud unavoidable display of her naked tits to the rest of the room who she acknowledged by dropping her hands to her chest and lifted her small breasts to them in a symbolic offering of appreciation. Then, winking at somebody in the distant audience as she looked over my shoulder at him, she found the straps to her suit and jiggled herself back into it before leaning forward to kiss me and whisper with a faint slur, “That was fun. Let’s do it again.”

Updated: June 17, 2020 — 3:06 am