6 comments/ 73217 views/ 20 favorites What You Don't See Can't Hurt By: dreamprint 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." "If she is thirty and they are as nice as Brooke's, she's definitely a MILF. I want to be the first to fuck her." "Ha, like she would fuck you." "Shhhh. Keep it quiet you guys before some teacher hears us and ruins the whole thing." "Yeah, I want to touch them again sometime." With that, Judy tensed up and gasped audibly. If there was any doubt in my mind previously that the bragging I had heard about them feeling her up over the last couple of nights was exaggerated, she had just made a confession to me with her reaction. "Quiet! Did you hear that?" "Is there a teacher in here?" "Shut up and push those guys ahead of us. We're about at the end." "Hear what?" "What do you mean you touched them? How did you touch them?" "It was an accident at first but she didn't..." "I said shut up. Tell him when we get outside." Still fondling her naked tits, I kept pressing against her to maintain contact with the guy in front of her but since we were next to one of the secret escapes that was actually a closet, she pulled away and ducked into it with me in tow. "What was that? Somebody just disappeared. Who was that?" "Yeah, I think there were two of them. Is everybody still in here?" "Oh, man. We're busted. There was a teacher in here, I know it." "Who's still in here?" As one by one we heard them sound off from the other side of the thin wall in our private alcove, Judy turned to face me and began passionately French-kissing me through quiet whimpering. Finally coming up for air, I felt a warm tear drip off of her cheek as she softly repeated over and over, "I'm sorry. I'm so sorry. What did I do? I wanted to tell you. I didn't know how. I didn't want to keep it secret, I just didn't know how." When I could get a word in, I pushed her back slightly to give me room to get my hands back on her bare tits and began rolling her nipples with my thumbs and whispered next to her ear, "Do you think I'm mad at you?" She was whispering so fast I could barely understand her but she seemed relieved to be finally giving me some of the last few night's details. "I can't believe I let them do it. They were just so close and it was dark and they were young and I was turned on because even they liked my body... I can't believe I let them touch me though. What's going to happen now? You know nobody has ever touched me but you, don't you? I'm not some slut that lets guys feel me up? Why did I do this? I'm so sorry. What can I do to...what if they're not eighteen? Let's just go home. I think we should just go home now. Okay?" "Hold on," I said trying to soothe her while still playing with her nipples. "I wish I'd been there to see it but I'm not mad. It's going to be okay. They look like they are old enough to be enjoying this. You're being compared with girls their age not sluts. They're in love with your body and letting them feel it can't be any worse than letting all the guys you've let see it over the years as long as nobody gets reported or hurt. What would they report anyway? That they were feeling up some fully clothed woman in the dark? You're not molesting them. And they're certainly not complaining, are they? Did you hear them talking about you just now?" "Yes," she said sheepishly. "But they don't know it was an accident. I'm not a slut. I mean the first one was just feeling for the walls and then his hand was on me...accidentally...I was surprised...I pushed it away at first and turned around in the dark...but then I stayed there and he just put his arm around me and started playing with my nipple because I let him. It was pitch black in there. It just seemed okay because he doesn't know me. We didn't talk or anything. I just let him do it." I quietly chuckled as she shuddered when I lightly pinched both nipples. "Did he try to do more? Did he play with both of them?" "Well... yeah. I mean it wasn't for very long. His group was moving on and he just stood with me for a minute and kept playing with them. I just stood there with my jacket unzipped and his arms around me and it was just soft squeezing and rubbing my nipples until I finally moved his hands off them. And I just walked away then. He just did it for a minute and I couldn't help it because it was accidental. But then I liked it. You know I get turned on when I do this. I mean when you want me to let other guys see them. He was a high school kid who had seen my boobs and still wanted to play with them so when he actually did it.... I could be his mother but I think he was turned on, too." "They all seem pretty turned on by what you're letting them do. I'm glad it turned you on, too, so you didn't feel molested." "No, I didn't feel that way at all. They were nice and didn't make fun of me or anything. They mostly just played with them like they knew I would let them or something." "If I know high school boys, the word spread fast so they did know," I whispered back as the muffled chatter continued on the other side of the wall confirming my theory. "It sounds like he wasn't the only one. How did they keep finding you in the dark?" She was quiet for a few seconds as I pulled on her sensitive nipples and then she drew in a deep breath before whispering, "Well, it wasn't really an accident after the first kid. I was just...you know how I get when guys look at them. I mean, this was a high school kid who also wanted to feel my breasts after he saw them. How crazy is that? It just made me feel kind of sexy, that's all. Why do you think I've wanted you so bad on the way home for the last three nights?" "It does explain a lot. Tell me how you did it. Was it only the ones who you let see your tits that touched them." Haltingly, she continued, "I let one other kid feel them that same night but it didn't turn out as well. I don't know who he was. He wasn't one that got to see my tits but we were going along in the hallway, you know, sort of with our hands on the person's back in front of you to get through the dark halls? Anyway, I was still turned on from the first kid and feeling brave in the dark and so I just sort of dropped my jacket off my shoulders and held it there and when he felt my bare back he just kept his hands on me then. I don't know why I did it. I was just feeling sexy after the first one. I shouldn't have." "Shhh.," I reminded her to be quiet as she started to whimper again and I began rolling the palm of my hand against her hard nipples. "I really want to know. Even the ones you didn't like. We've always done this together. I need to know it all." "I know. I'm sorry you found out like this." "It's okay," I repeated. "Tell me now." "Well, he started rubbing my back and then my shoulders and then his fingers started stretching down the front and before we knew it the line had stopped and his hands were all over my tits and he started breathing real heavy in my ear. I didn't want him to stop either. Not at first. I liked it without even knowing which one he was. I just felt sexy having another guy's hands on my breasts. Why is that when I didn't even know him? I just wasn't worried because it was dark and he wanted to play with them, I guess. Well, I wasn't worried until I felt him start pressing his cock into me from behind. Then I got worried." "You're kidding. Was he hard?" I asked. "I don't know. Probably. I don't know. He wasn't expecting to be feeling me up and it wasn't long before the line moved again when I could get away so...how fast can a kid like that get hard? I just know I was worried and couldn't get free right away." Wanting all the details and trying to lighten the moment I asked her teasingly, "Worried enough to make him stop playing with your tits?" "That was the problem," she explained in a quiet whine. "My arms were trapped at my sides in the sleeves of the jacket and I couldn't get them up to push him off me with everybody so scrunched together. I didn't like it by that time but when I tried to push him back with my butt he just kind of rode me and squeezed my tits harder and breathed harder in my ear. I just had to let him play with them for a minute while he was sort of humping me and I just sort of had to let him do that while we were stuck there. Yeah, I guess he was hard by then. I felt it. He didn't hurt me but he was just kind of creepy or something. I didn't want to make a scene because of what I had already let the first guy do. I was afraid nobody would believe me. Then the line started moving and I got some space and he just let me go and I stepped into one of the closets without him knowing where I went. You probably don't believe me either but it's the truth. I admit that I liked it with all the rest of them. So why would I lie about it with him." What You Don't See Can't Hurt "I believe you. It's okay. How many of them are there? I don't mean how many saw you tits? I mean how many have felt you up?" "It sounds terrible but I don't really know. I mean the ones that just felt me up. I got caught in a hallway with four or five guys the second night and they just took turns. I just stood with my back against the wall and after the first guy's hand slipped inside my jacket feeling along the wall, they just made sure that each one after knew that I was there and they all played with them for a little bit. They just took their turn for a few seconds and moved on. They all did it twice. They knew I was real that's for sure. I was breathing too heavy...but they just stood by me and squeezed them and pinched them a little. It was kind of weird because I don't even remember them talking about it. Anyway, that was only one time that lots of guys did it and then I went back to just letting one guy see me near the lights instead and stayed out of the dark hallways so I wouldn't get caught again by a guy from behind." "You let him play with them in the light?" I asked quietly. "No, I was still just letting them catch me with my jacket open when the lights would flash on but then I would stay there for a minute so they could put their hands inside my jacket if they tried to in the dark. I watched for the cute ones and let them do it every time they came through. You know, let them get their money's worth," she said with a giggle. "Shhhh," I had to laugh back at her. "You're going to get us caught and I won't be able to keep dong this," I whispered while pulling on her nipples. "I might not need you to do it if the right guy catches us," she shot back with a quieter giggle. "How about this then?" I whispered back at the same time that my hand dropped into her pants to her slippery pussy that welcomed the intrusion. "Did any of them do this?" "No," she replied weakly but not that convincingly. Sensing that her confession wasn't complete I tried to find a way around the question. "None of them even tried to get his hand in here? They want to fuck you, you know. We heard them say it." "I know. I mean, I guess so. I mean they are just kids...they don't know what they're saying...I mean only one of them told me that and it was at the wrong time..." "One of them told you he wanted to fuck you?" I interrupted disbelieving. "Yeah, well, yeah he said it...... but he didn't fuck me or try to put his hand in my pants. I mean he was so excited when he came in his pants and just sort of whispered to me that he wanted to fuck me. Like it's too late by then, you know? I think that's what he said anyway. But he came in his pants, I do know that." This wasn't the confession I had expected but judging from her rocking against my hand in her pants, this memory was a good one for her. "You touched him? He came in his pants while you were touching him?" I whispered back with a surprised tone. "NO! No, I wasn't touching him. I mean, well, yeah, we were touching but my hand wasn't touching him. Not his cock. My hands were around his neck. Oh, I can't believe this...how do I say it..... it was almost romantic or something....see, it started when..........oh, God.......oh, be careful......oh, God......stop with your finger.....I'm going to cum...stop for a second. Please, stop for a second." Pulling my thumb off of her clit elicited a sigh that was hopefully drowned out by the people still moving past us on the other side of the wall as she sank down onto my hand that cupped her pussy in support. Holding it still there to let her recover, I asked again, "How do you know he came in his pants then? Was this the kid that was behind you in the hallway? You felt him cumming against your ass?" "No, he didn't cum. Not that kid. At least I didn't feel it. I didn't want to feel it either. Not that kid" "So you did want to feel this other kid cum in his pants?" I persisted. Squeezing her legs together to hold my hand motionless, she continued with a tone of resignation in my ear, "I think we liked each other or something. He was looking at my tits when the lights were flashing and then he looked in my eyes and said I was beautiful. I don't know. Why would he say that? I only saw him for a few seconds because then it was dark for the rest of it. He was cute and looked kind of innocent and he made me feel beautiful when he said it. Maybe he wasn't innocent. I don't know. He liked my hair, too. I didn't plan it. He just leaned down and kissed me and I kissed him back and then the lights went out and he put his hands inside my jacket and started playing with them while we were kissing in the dark. It just happened. Maybe it surprised him, too. He was tender, you know. Gentle. It was like he wanted to kiss me not fuck me." "And, that made him cum in his pants?" I asked again. "Not right away but he kissed me for a minute in the dark and...I can't believe this...it just happened. I don't know how. I wasn't planning it. How would I know that a high school kid was going to kiss me?" Loosening her legs' grip on my hand she spread them again for me to resume stroking the length of her wet slit so my fingers could brush along her clit while she continued her story breathlessly. "While we were kissing he pulled my jacket down to my wrists and left my chest naked for him. You know...kind of trapping my arms like that other time...but I didn't mind it this time. I wanted him to see more but it was too dark to see so...and then we started French-kissing and he was playing with my nipples just like you do and then he put his hands on the back of my legs and just picked me up...you know, just picked me up and held me against the wall while we were kissing...like in the movies. And I didn't want to slide down so I wrapped my legs around him and took my jacket off and held onto his neck and he just started doing it, you know? It was like he was fucking me while we were still kissing with his tongue way into my mouth...and it was still happening real fast...not the fucking...he fucked me slow at first...and it seemed like his tongue was fucking my mouth so I sucked on it.......oh, God.......your fingers.......stop again for a minute..... I want to tell you about this now.....go slow. Please. Yeah. Yeah, that's good." Plunging my two middle fingers into her pussy that has remained incredibly tight over the years, I took the pressure off of her clit and held them there motionless in the wetness and hissed at her in a more accusing tone than I had intended, "He fucked you? He was fucking you?" "NO! No, he didn't fuck me," she whispered as defensively as she could while trying to make me understand what had happened in no particular order. "But he probably thinks he's in trouble now anyway...I mean when he came in his pants he had to know I could feel it...he didn't fuck inside me so, no, he didn't fuck me....but a black kid and a white woman...he probably thinks..." "Wait. And he was black? Slow down. You're leaving out important details." My head was spinning with fantasies as the juices from her pussy flowed onto my hand. "Okay, yes," she whispered emphatically. "I mean, no, he didn't fuck me but, yes, he was black. I know. I couldn't believe it either. First, he tells me I'm beautiful after he sees my tits and then he kisses me just before the lights go off. Like he knew I wanted him to and didn't care if anybody saw. I know it is an important detail. I mean, white kids didn't say I was beautiful. They just wanted to see my tits or feel them. And then a few minutes after that is when he...I mean he told me I was beautiful right away and we both just wanted to kiss, I guess...and then I wanted to let him play with them while he was kissing me...it's like he knew I wanted him to so he did...the lights were off so nobody saw us doing it...I mean we weren't doing it...it probably looked like it...it felt like it...he was strong but he wasn't mean or anything...he just picked me up real easy...it was when he stopped playing with my tits, I mean...then I knew it was happening.....his hands just grabbed my butt and picked me up against the wall...he just did it like he knew I would let him spread my legs like that...I mean, we don't even have black friends...why did I like him so much? He didn't fuck me though ...he just came in his pants so it felt like it...you know, I could feel him cum...it happened so fast...he is the only one that sucked them...the only one...and I have..." I stopped her again. "Sucked what? He sucked your tits?" "Yes. That's what I mean. It was just unexpected. I didn't know after we stopped kissing what he was going to do except...well, yeah, I kind of knew that he was practically fucking me then but I didn't know he was going to suck them....I didn't really let him because he didn't ask but...I mean it was dark and all of a sudden I just felt him sucking on one of my boobs and then the other one...sucking too hard really...but I didn't make him stop...I just held his head right there on my tits while he was fucking me, too...I mean, you know, not really, but feeling like it ...and then I felt him cum in his pants in between my legs...almost right away...I wasn't letting him do that either, he just did it, you know...almost right away when he started sucking my tits.... I just felt him cumming in his pants and when he quit sucking my tits I think is when he said he wanted to fuck me...but he was still spurting then, you know, when he said it...I think anyway...I could still feel it spurting out of him... I wanted him to just hold it there between my legs...in his pants, I mean...he didn't cum inside me or anything...but I wrapped my legs around him tight and he just held it there while he was spurting ...I mean he was a kid and he said I was beautiful again so I just wanted him to hold it there...he thought I was beautiful and kissed me...not again but he kissed me the first time...I didn't know how to tell you though...I wanted to but...I don't think he's been back...he's probably scared that I'm going to tell somebody...but, yeah he said it but he didn't fuck me...I mean he didn't put it inside me or anything." Some of the pauses in her explanation had been caused by her search for the right words but some were caused by the distraction of her pants slipping to the floor and her stepping out of them and her jacket to stand completely naked next to me as the story ended. With caresses that went from the insides of her thighs to the tips of her breasts, I kept my hands in motion over her bare skin as we grew quiet to listen to the new voices become clearer on the other side of the hollow-core door as the next group became stranded in the bottleneck of the exit. "Well, that was five bucks wasted," one said as he saw they were nearing the end. "Hey. I've spent twenty-five bucks over the last two nights and only got to see her once but I'll keep coming until they close for another chance at that. She was standing right in front of me. I mean her tits were awesome. I should have tried to touch them, too, but the strobe stopped and she was gone." "Ryan said she lets him play with them every time he's in here." "Yeah. Ryan's a liar. I was right beside him once when he said that and I haven't seen anything yet." "He said she finds him in the dark and only lets him do it when there is no light." "Yeah, right. She finds him. And she sucks my dick when he's done with her." "Shhh. You guys shut up. Somebody is going to hear again." I moved around behind her and faced her toward the door while again holding two fingers motionless inside of her. Whispering directly into her ear I gave my encouragement for her to play some more, "You can do it if you want. I'm right here. They came to see you." It was too dark to see anything but she understood the symbolic reference and the movement in her arm followed by a cool breeze of air told me that I hadn't misjudged her love of daring or current level of sexual excitement. She quietly slid the door open in a shameless surrender to her carnal appetite. She was stripped bare in the open doorway facing these kids and listening to their locker room talk about her while the middle fingers of my right hand produced a faint slurping sound into her swollen pussy. The thought of getting finger-fucked right in front of these guys quickly sent her over the edge -- even if they couldn't see her - and she began alternating between rising onto her tiptoes and then flexing her knees as she bucked on my hand in the first waves of an orgasm. With an understanding of one another that could probably only happen after being married for thirty years, as I lifted the weight of her petite torso with the hooking of my fingers even more deeply into her pussy, she raised both feet to the sides of the door frame and planted them firmly there in a spread-eagle offering for her admirers that remained oblivious in the pitch blackness. Holding herself there by the friction of her back against my chest, her hips began undulating methodically as I pulled apart the lips of her pussy and used my thumbs to circle her clit in a rhythm that matched her soft grunts of orgasm. She was in the throes of ecstasy and probably didn't notice the mewing sounds escaping her throat. But the hallway fell silent.