My husband and I have been married several years and as I am sure any of you that are married can attest, sometimes sex can get boring. We have had tried some different things to spice it up and some have worked and some have not.
Last summer I sucked and fucked the AC guy, who happened to a friend of Jimmy's from church, and it was HOTT. (I encourage you to read that one). The excitement from that experience carried me for a few months but then I wanted to have another. I found myself fantasizing about different older men that I'd meet.
I discovered that I was a secret exhibitionist. I found myself wearing shorter skirts and I would slip on my sexiest panties, then I would go to one of the big malls in Dallas (we are in the suburbs) and watch for handsome older men that were about to get on the up escalator. I would rush past them so that I would be several steps up from them. I assumed that they were looking up my skirt and I would get wet thinking about it. Every mow and again I would spin around acting like I was looking at something across the mall and I would usually see the object of my fantasy turn away very quickly to avoid being caught. Lucky for me, my local mall has 4 sets of escalators, and several of the major stores have their own too.
I would typically go home after I had been lusted after for about an hour, and slip out of my clothes outside by the pool. I would position myself so that my husbands security camera would be sure to see me, I would use my favorite fingers and would rub my clitoris and slide my fingers along my very wet and smooth pussy. I can always tell when my husband actually caught my show for him, Because by the time he would get home from work, his cock would be rock hard and he would pound my pussy or shove his beautiful cock down my throat. His semen would just keep coming in a steady series of ejaculations. I love looking up into his eyes as I deep throat him and I can always tell when he is about to unleash the torrent of cum by the way his eyes narrow and his thick cock swells even more just before his climax.
One day I decided to head over to the mall to put on one of my shows and this time I chose to not wear any panties at all. I went in to one of the lower level shoe stores to get some heels. I wanted to get at least 4" preferably 5" stilettos. I was going to need them for a formal Christmas dinner at Jimmy's company. It just so happened that they would accentuate my legs in the little backless black dress I was wearing at the mall too. I wanted every man in that place looking up my skirt that day. I groomed my pubes into a tight little V, which basically acted as an arrow to direct the men's gaze to my waiting vagina.
The shoe store was especially busy and although I was wanting a man to assist me with my shoes, so I could start the show early, the only available salesperson was a beautiful older woman around 40 years of age. Her name tag showed that her name was Lydia. My nerve was giving out. I didn't want the scorn that was sure to come my way when she saw my pussy on display. BUT, I was really horny and I wanted to get the new shoes. I selected 3 pair and during the fitting of the first pair she tried to discreetly inform me that my "private parts were visible". I apologized and tried to squeeze my legs together more tightly. She then mentioned that she was certain that my husband must love the design I shaved in. She said it looked very sexy and that her "husband would love that". I ended up buying two pair of shoes from her. I also collected her card.
On that day I didn't particularly care the age of the gentlemen that I was enticing in my game. The only rule I follow is that there cannot be any minors involved. I discovered that without panties, the men are less concerned about getting caught. Very few eyes were diverted away from my luscious pussy when I would turn to look at them. One older man, in his seventies actually looked up to my face and said, "well you clearly want me to look so I'll gladly oblige". I discreetly pulled up my skirt even more and he got a clear view of the V and told me that he "would sure love to lick that". I wanted to sit on his face and let him bury his tongue into my wet, warm hole. Instead I thanked him for his kind words and stepped off the escalator. By my estimate, at least 40 men saw up my skirt that day. I needed to get home and get naked quickly to resolve the sexual tension I was feeling.