I have a petite, gorgeous 50-year-old wife, Judy, who has an exhibitionist tendency that surprises anyone who gets to enjoy what she shows. She has long, blond hair and a trim body that belies her age but she carries herself with a mature classiness that makes any improper exposure of her skin look like an accident. Even in her preference to be braless whenever she can, the small size and firmness of her breasts has always allowed her to be comfortable even in mixed company as she jiggles just enough to stay decent. Over our 30 years of marriage, even good male friends have gotten extended looks down the front of her shirts that leave her tits hanging naked inside all the way to her nipples in a completely "accidental" way when she's facing away from their wives.
She is a flirt that never swears or crosses a vulgar line and can count on one hand the number of times over the years that she has had to fend off a misinterpreted advance from a guy who she has given an eyeful of naked tits. She has been employed by our church off and on over the years and just seems too proper to be letting herself be seen deliberately or to be meaning anything sexual by her joking around.
Even at this age, the perkiness of her tits and her constantly erect nipples remain a first attraction for guys who she finds good looking and safe enough to be her victims. Only in rare opportunities of getting "caught" completely nude in front of hotel windows or through dressing room doors has she allowed more than her breasts to be the objects of the tease and never has she left a guy disappointed with what he has seen.
She doesn't do her "playing" without my encouragement to do it but she has stopped denying that she craves the attention other guys give her as much as the sex we have following her revealing shows. She claims to have never been tempted to stray from our marriage vows even when her arousal can be measured by my finger that slips easily into her after giving some guy a long look or after she has climaxed from the stimulation of my fingers soaking inside her while hinting that she might be able to handle something more physical with the right guy.
I've never had the courage to tell her that I might let her fuck someone else but she agrees with me that even some of our close friends have probably jacked off after spending an evening with us and she smiles bashfully at the suggestion that them thinking about her might be producing as much semen as them fucking their wives. Since her unique moral boundary doesn't see anything wrong with making a guy want to fuck her, she has usually been her most daring when there wasn't as much chance for a guy to follow her home. In fact, up until the incident I'm about to share, I have believed her whenever she has said that it's that quaint morality that can keep her in control of her own lust that her risky behavior might otherwise tempt.
Around Halloween last year we volunteered to help out at a haunted house in a nearby community that was being used as a fund-raising tool for a high school band. We are middle class, church-going folks who look like any other parents who want to help so it was easy to just show up and offer our time for several nights of the event and be given jobs.
Pretty much everything we do when we get a few miles from home provides some opportunity for her to offer less guarded views of her tits as our form of foreplay and this was no exception. But, after the first night of me acting as a security man while Judy staffed the ticket counter, I realized that inside the dark building she was going to have more chances at some daring exposures than what she could do outside wearing a jacket on chilly evenings.
As a security escort, my job was to protect the made-up actors as they lunged out at the unsuspecting customers when strobe lights would suddenly make them visible to the crowds who were feeling their way through the pitch-black maze with me blending into the darkness alongside them. It was mostly high school kids that had beer on their breath that made it easy for me to identify which rowdy groups to follow, and even they weren't much of a problem, so including Judy in security seemed safe enough.
This presented the same type of setting that Judy has done some of her best near-contact teasing over the years and made it an easy sell to her as a result. We have been in dark theaters or concerts when she has allowed me to unbutton her shirt all the way to her waist with total strangers sitting or standing right beside her. As long as my hand was dangling over her shoulder to play with her braless tits, she could appear oblivious to her naked display even when a brighter scene would appear on screen or in a play. At the conclusion of the evening, she would masterfully feign ignorance of the real show she had provided him and usually left a couple of buttons undone on her shirt for a finale as she picked up her coat or purse.
She has long trusted me to find situations that feed her exhibitionism and she accepted this suggestion to work alongside me inside the house with enthusiasm. She likes the illusion of being taken advantage of by my ideas but once she's getting attention from another guy, she shifts into a highly creative gear that leaves no doubt that she knows how to use what she's got on her own. So, all I have to do is get her started.
The organizers of the haunted house were accommodating to their volunteers and gladly let her switch to security as my helper for the rest of the week. On her first night inside she stayed close by me with her jacket unzipped and nothing on underneath but nervously covering up before much was able to be seen in the brief illuminations of the actors on their miniature stages. With very few adults in the crowd, it took her several groups of high school boys before she began to warm up to the idea that they were probably as much as she was going to get and was soon finding ways to practice her craft on them. And hope that they were 18-year-old seniors.
Due to a series of secret passages that were known only to the staff, we never had to leave the house as one group after another would make their way through without ever getting an opportunity to identify her outside. So, after I showed her how easily she could melt back into the darkness after a kid had seen her naked tits, she finally started targeting certain boys with face-to-face exposures at arm's length.
Before the first night was over I had caught her rubbing her naked nipples once against the back of a kid's arm where the groups sometimes got crowded together and I began to hear whispers of disbelief between guys who had seen some "braless tits inside some lady's jacket." but couldn't convince their friends that they weren't imagining it. Of course, the whole theme of bizarre acting in a haunted house made what she was doing all the more unbelievable as many of the grotesque scenes used special effects that could be mistaken for something they weren't.
By the end of the third night we had begun to notice a regular clientele that was offering a quiet narration to new friends at the places they were most likely to see her "awesome titties". She and I were getting separated pretty regularly as she disappeared after her exposures and by the fourth night I was overhearing a few of these high school boys bragging about feeling her up in the dark narrow hallways where everybody got crowded together.
She was becoming predictably available to the regulars for both a show and, if these teens could be believed, an occasional touch, and it soon became my worry that word was going to spread outside jeopardizing the fun we were having that was followed every night at home by the most intense sex we had ever had. She was obviously being fueled by this new level of physical teasing she was engaged in with hormone-charged teens and, for whatever reason, had yet to tell me about it.
I don't know if it was my fear of her getting caught or my wish for her to know the complimentary things these guys were saying about her 50-year-old body but on the second to last night I decided to gently steer her back into these groups of repeat customers that were most vocal. Instead of letting her slide into a secret passageway after she had been momentarily exposed in the flashes of light, I finally brought her back into the darkness with me to bump along with a crowd of guys that was buzzing about her tits and their supposed exploits of them.
Wedged in single file in a totally black hallway that left everybody bumping into one another as we shuffled along, I opened her jacket back up and she welcomed my arms under hers to cup both breasts in my hands. With her naked chest pressed against the t-shirt of the kid in front of her, I was able to occasionally brush a hard nipple against the back of his arm as we inched along. I don't know what he thought he was feeling against his tricep when her nipple wiggled back and forth on his bare skin but I quickly found out the effect it was having on Judy as she reached behind herself and began squeezing my dick through my pants.
We were mostly at a standstill as things always slowed down near the end where people tended to loiter at the last special effects scene near the exit. Besides the account from the lucky kid she had treated to her partial nudity in the room before this, these braggarts didn't disappoint me as their whispering continued from the line of voices both in front and behind us.
"I can't believe it. She is so hot," the lucky one continued.
"I told you. I've seen them three times now and her nipples are hard every time."
"Yeah, she looks turned on."
"That's you who's turned on dickhead."
"I'd let her have my dickhead. I'll bet her pussy is wet when she's showing her tits."
"She's definitely fuckable."
"Yeah, right. Like you would know."
"I can't believe she just stood there. Looking right at me. She was like flashing me. I could see her tan-lines and her nipples sticking out. She knew I was looking at her and just let me as long as the lights were blinking!"
"She didn't try to cover up? Why haven't I gotten to see them yet? I've been here every night, too. She just stands there like it's okay or something?"
"You guys are so gullible. This has to be part of the acting. It's probably some guy dressed up with a bra on and you perverts are getting all excited about a guy. It's all special effects."
"No, man. Is this your first time here? We're not the only ones who have seen them."
"How is it that she never ends up at the end with us if she's for real? One of you guys is in on this, I know."
"Hey, I told you I've seen them three times and there is no way that it's a guy. Haven't you been listening? She's braless every time and her little titties are sweet. Aren't they, Eric?"
"They are. She was so close to me. She might have been touching me in the dark, I don't know. They're kind of small but she's not flat or anything like that. Just right, I would say. I'd take her out."
"You mean she's one of the girls from school?"
"I don't think so. The second time is saw her - it was so quick but I saw her face. She might be thirty or something like that. I didn't spend much time looking at her face."
That brought laughter from the whole group and an extra squeeze from Judy on my dick, indicating her appreciation for theirs of her body.
"Thirty?! Now I know you're lying. Thirty year old tits aren't 'awesome'."
"I'm telling you, these titties don't sag or anything. I went out with Brooke before you ever did, Cody. When we were sophomores, I think. This lady's tits are as nice as Brooke's. And anything over a mouthful is wasted anyway, you know."
