I'm James. I met Madelaine when I had just turned 60. It's really like 40 going on 60. Most people believe I'm closer to 40 than my real age. But, as my dad likes to say, "your cells know how old you are!" Madelaine, or Laney was widowed. I was long divorced. It was a fortuitous meeting for both of us. Laney was 46. Turns out we had a lot in common, outside of our ages. After weeks of friendly conversation I also found out we shared a kink. Neither of us thought about getting into a "relationship," we were plenty happy having good conversation and excellent company.
I found out that her and her late husband, John, were swingers. It was more of a one way open relationship. She "cheated," with guys he set her up with, and a couple times at a swinger's club. I told her all about how me and my ex had the same type of thing. The relationship was open, at least for her. I had no inclination, or opportunity to venture outside the relationship, while she had all the chances in the world. Laney and I got immediately closer when we both saw the need for it in each other.
Madelaine is a natural red head. She reminded me of Stephanie Powers, at her age. She has a beautiful face. She loves wearing red lipstick. She's a total milf. She turned heads, even the young ones at the coffee shop we hung out at. Her tits were perfect, still firm, perfect sized. If there was any sag to them I couldn't tell from looking at the wonderful cleavage she did love showing off. She also has some meat on her. She's not fat, by any stretch, she's just got a nice round ass, sexy hips and an overall curvaceous body. She could still attract pretty much anyone, she still had the charms.
We became closer that day, having revealed a dark secret to each other. We had sex a bunch, she nearly wore me out, both because of my age, and because of how sexy she is. She was amazingly oral, she loved to give head more than any woman I'd met, even including my ex, which was saying something. We agreed we'd keep it at the "friend/fuck buddy" level for now, both due to our previous experiences, along with different life situations. She still had kids in college, tuition costs, etc. We were where we were most comfortable. We agreed that we weren't "exclusive," mostly for her sake, given her plethora of opportunities. She even admitted to be excited about the thought of doing some of the things her and her husband had fantasized, but never did, as well as some of the things my ex and I did. She said she'd ONLY do it with me involved. The sharing of the experience was what drove us both.
It was only a matter of time before we let the kink out to play. One day we were sipping coffee, both of us particularly horny. I asked her, "what were some of the games you played with your husband?" We'd talked generalities before, not so much with specifics.
"Oh, we fantasized about a lot of stuff. Other than the swinger things a half dozen times, we didn't really do much. Most of it was in our heads."
"I see, but were there SOME things?"
"Yes. One thing he really liked was me showing off my body. He really dug the exhibitionism. He loved it when I wore teeny tiny swimsuits, or wore tops with lots of cleavage. I still, to this day, I often say it's in his honor," she laughed.
"Well, I'm glad for all of our sakes," I smiled.
"But, one game we actually did, frequently, was the showing off in public thing. He loved us going to the mall. I would dress in a short skirt and a revealing top. Then, he'd follow along as I'd tease the customer service people, like in the shops, or walking around in the mall."
"That's cool, I love that idea, too. You never did anything after the teasing?"
"No. I always got SO worked up, though. He just never pressed me...I always wished he would. I think he'd have enjoyed it. I just don't think he was wired to believe that it actually CAN happen."
I told her that I agreed that it could happen. My ex did pick up a few guys that way, it always made us hotter than hell.
"So she...got fucked?" she asked, with wide eyed wonder.
"Not that day, but she DID suck a guy she met, in the parking lot."
"Wow wow," she smiled. "So hot."
"I have an idea," I said, seeing her reaction. "We have a few hours before you have to get home and cook your daughter dinner. Though she's 21, she should be able to find her own food by now," I laughed.
"She can," she smiled. "I just like doing it. It makes me feel useful. What's your idea, dirty man?"
"Let's go to the mall. I love what you have on."
She had on a red blouse that crisscrossed in front. When she bent she revealed quite a bit of tit, and would even moreso without the bra. She had on a skirt, mid length, but with a slit up the side. When she crossed her legs, you just might get a glimpse of her panties. We drove to the mall with me playing with her pussy, it was juicy already. Once we arrived I made her give me her bra. We walked in.
"So what did you usually do first?" I asked.
"I checked out the shops. I looked for the ones with the young guys working."
I nodded. I followed her. I walked behind her a few yards, so as to not appear that we were together. I wanted guys who wanted to look, to be able to without fear. She nodded to me, she was going to try Foot Locker, there were some guys in there working. I knew Foot Locker was mostly a young, male place. Mostly it was to get cool kicks, or logo'd apparel. I stood around outside the store, just to check her out.
She walked in. She was the only customer, immediately both guys approached her.
"Hi," she smiled sweetly. "I'm just looking, maybe for a birthday gift for my son," she lied, "he's 16."
One guy showed her around the whole store. The other sulked behind the counter. I could see her pointing at things on the shelf and stretching as she did so. We were both hoping he was smart enough to look. He was. He wasn't all that subtle about it. She was sitting, and she took shoes out of the box. She then leaned way forward to try and reach the other shoe. I knew that if she had positioned herself right, he'd see her whole tit hanging under the material of her top. She had, I saw him make a motion to the other guy, kind of like a thumbs up, sign. I saw her switch leg positions as she sat and talked to him. I'm sure he was seeing flashes of her panty clad pussy. Finally, she smiled, got up, thanked him with a prolonged hug, and walked out. I met her down a few stores.
"Fuck, that got me wet," she laughingly admitted. "I could tell he could see my whole tit that one time, as well as a lot of both of them in others. I'm not sure about how much panty he saw, it was kind of quick. But god, they were both like 18," she chuckled.
"Oh, he noticed. Once you walked out I peeked in again and the two of them were high fiving each other. I don't think you knew it, but the other guy got at least as good of views of you, there was a security mirror in the corner, he was looking at you the whole time."
"Wow, fuck," she cooed. "I get so horny showing off. This is always how it was with John, then we'd have to go home and fuck."
That wasn't our plan, though. We walked to center court, where there's a coffee place, along with several food options. There were tables in the center for hanging out and eating, as well as couches where you can charge your phone or just people watch. I told her to walk around the court, get coffee if she wished, but then to sit by herself in one of the higher chairs with a small table.
I saw the eyes of the men follow her as she walked. She has a great ass, the skirt just highlighted it. I saw her flirt, first with the yogurt shop guy, then the coffee guy, neither were subtle about looking down her top. She sat down, alone. She texted me. "Oh god, my nipples are so hard, did you see how they were looking at them?"
"I did. There's a few staring at you now. Cross your legs."
She lifted her leg, slowly and put it over the other. Given the height of the chair anyone walking by could basically see all the way up her leg, to her ass pressed into the chair. She let quite a few go by with a shy smile.
"Fuck, did you see that guy?" she texted. "I could feel the cool air all the way to my panties, so I know it must be visible, he nearly burned a hole in my panties with his eyes so hard I could almost feel it."
"You've made some fans," I said. "See those two young guys on the couches. They are below you. I'm sure they can see it too."
"Oh wow, you're right. Lemme do something," she wrote. I saw her change her position and switch legs. Her admirers were definitely taking note.
"God, I don't know what to do," she said. "I'm so horny and I feel like I'm just prey being circled by predators."
"Right, but unlike on the plains, no one is going to just take you and mount you and fight off the others," I joked. "It's up to you."
"What should I do?"
I walked up to her and "rescued" her from the circling vultures. I said, "is there another place you've gone where you can exhibit yourself? I like the extended view of that."
