"Naked horny wife" - читать интересную книгу автора (Logan Brad)

CHAPTER TEN

The explosion awakened Bette. The men who were digging the pool had struck rock, so they were dynamiting, quaking the house from early morning to late afternoon.

She got up, washed, dressed, and went down to have breakfast. Through the window she saw the orange construction equipment, piles of dirt and rock, and the hard-hatted men. The room was filled with the roar of a diesel engine. Sitting at the table nibbling her toast and sipping her tea, Bette watched the men work. Naturally, having a bunch of men around while she was alone made her think about fucking. It would be a simple matter to invite all the workmen in and spread her legs for them. In fact, as she thought about it, Bette's cunt became hot and wet.

She was reminded of the day, not so long ago – even though it seemed like ages – when she moving van had come with Sue's and Jim's furniture. She remembered how she'd exposed herself to the moving men, jerking off so they could watch. That had been the beginning of her transformation from simple soul to sexy slut.

Her mind was made up she would fuck all the men digging her pool. But rather than rush out in the yard and rip off her clothing, Bette played it cool. First she finished her breakfast, letting her lust grow and ripen.

Although she was too excited now to even taste her tea, she kept sipping mechanically while she plotted her strategy.

When she'd fucked the electric man, she had invented an elaborate story about smelling smoke to lure him over. But, finally, she'd merely dropped her robe and given herself to him. This, no doubt, was the best policy. She would merely stroll out to the yard and invite the guys in. Once inside, she would offer to fuck them.

Cleaning up the breakfast dishes, Bette trembled wit anticipation. Every nerve of her body was on fire, especially those in her pussy. After unbuttoning her blouse down to mid-tit and tickling her nipples into erection, Bette sashayed out into the yard.

The men's boss, Frank, was a good-looking middle-aged man. Bette went to him with her warmest smile.

"Hi, Frank," she said.

"Hello, Mrs. Jameson," he answered.

"Call me Bette. I was wondering if you and the guys would like…"

Bette was interrupted by her doorbell. Now that her seduction was under way she hated to be distracted, but she thought it best to get rid of whoever was at the door before starting to fuck ail these guys.

"Excuse me, Frank," she said as she went back inside.

It was Jim at the door and Bette's heart sank when she saw his obvious horniness. But she couldn't just send him away.

"Hi," Jim said. "I'm glad I caught you. I was afraid you might be out."

"Actually, I've just finished breakfast," Bette said.

"Gee, I thought it was later," Jim said, looking at his watch. "I've been up since dawn. I had to get some figures together for my lawyer. We're meeting today about a real estate deal in Phoenix. What a morning!"

Bette knew what was coming next.

"How about hopping into bed with me for a while?" Jim said simply. "Sue's in a rotten mood. She practically threw me out of the house."

Bette didn't see any way out. She was too horny to refuse, and she couldn't fuck the workmen right under Jim's nose. She took solace in the knowledge that the men would be digging her pool for at least another week.

Jim put his hands on Bette's hips and she let her body fall forward, bringing her face and tits to him. He kissed her passionately as her tits crushed against his chest.

"Wait here until I make sure all the drapes are closed," she panted, wiggling from him. "I can't let the workmen see that I'm smuggling you into my bedroom."

Bette closed the drapes in the dining room and bedroom, then called to Jim. In the bedroom, with the subdued light of day coming through drawn drapes, they began eagerly stripping off their clothes.

Naked, they threw themselves into each other's arms and resumed their hungry kissing. Flesh to flesh, they squeezed their horny bodies together. Their lust was explosive.

They went into the bedroom where Jim was waiting.

"Hi, old man," Ted said. "Hope you don't mind my horning in on you. I could go next door and see Sue if you'd rather."

"Not at all," Jim said. "Glad to have you join us."

Ted stripped and joined Jim and Bette, who were already kissing and groping each other again. Ted snuggled up to his wife's back and pressed his hard prick to her ass. It seemed strange to be in this position with Bette while she and Jim were kissing. But it was also very exciting.

Ted fitted his cock into the crack of his wife's ass and slowly slid it back and forth along that smooth crevice. It seemed to Ted that Jim was holding Bette's tits, so he supposed her cunt was unoccupied. He slipped his fingers beneath her ass and between her thighs, feeling her hot juice searing his fingertips.

Bette stuck her ass back toward her husband, inviting him to probe her cunt. Ted complied. With his cock still rocking along the crack of her ass, he pressed his fingers farther into her pussy. He filled her cunt with his fingers, creeping into her flowing tunnel.

"Mmmmmm!" Bette hummed into Jim's mouth as Ted played with her pussy.

But Ted soon had company. From the front, Jim's fingers wandered into the wet folds of flesh Ted's finger were exploring. But Ted didn't retreat and Jim kept advancing. Neither man minded sharing this territory. In fact they both found that finger fucking together was exciting.

Soon, Bette was backing her hips between the two men. They both had their pricks pressed to her body, Jim's to her belly, Ted's to her ass. It felt great to them to have Bette buffeting between them.

"Ohhhhhh!" Bette gasped in the desperate tone that indicated she would be coming very soon.

The men increased their fingering at the tender flesh of Bette's pussy. Jim, since he warns in front of her, concentrated his diddling on Bette's clit. Ted reamed her cunt with three fingers, stretching, massaging, tugging.

"Ohhh, that feels sooooo good!" Bette cried.

The men kept up their fingering until Bette was wailing with ecstasy. Then, as she calmed down, they let their fingers slip from between Bette's thighs.

Giving Bette that orgasm made both men wild for their turn. But which or would fuck her first?

Still on her side between them. Bette took their pricks in her hands. Then she pulled both stiff cocks to her crotch. She held Jim's bloated cock head at her clit while she tucked Ted's pricktip beneath her drooling pussy.

"I want you guys to fuck me both of you," Bette said, still breathless from her climax.

She climbed onto her knees, still gripping a cock in each hand. The men followed, understanding what she had in mind and thrilled by it.

"Wet your prick in my pussy," she said to Ted as she dragged his prick up her cunt.

Ted slipped his prick into his wife's pussy, gasping at the thrilling sensation of being swab lowed by her hot cunt. But he only remained inside her for a moment before Bette pushed him out.

"Now stick your cock up my ass!" she ordered.

Just what Ted had expected! He eagerly obeyed, putting his cock head against Bette's asshole, which she displayed by pulling her ass cheeks apart.

Jim supported Bette's body as Ted pressed his prick up her ass. Ted looked down at the meeting of cock and asshole and watched his prick disappearing into it. Her asshole was hot and tight and his prick sank in slowly as Bette's ass stretched around it.

Now that Ted was lodged up her ass, she invited Jim to fill her cunt with his hard cock meat. Bette leaned back on Ted as Jim threaded his prick into her pussy.

When both men were deep inside her, the action started. They both began pumping their hips, bouncing Bette between them as they forced their cocks in and out of her body.

"Aaaaaaa!" Bette sang, her voice wanton and savage.

The bed rocked with the effort of the three of them to make this a fucking to remember. Ted's hips slapped Bette's ass as he plunged his prick madly in her ass. Jim's belly slapped Bette's belly and her tits swayed against his chest.

In unison, then in opposition, the men's pricks plowed and withdrew. Bette became a rag doll between their powerfully lunging bodies.

"Aaaaaa!" Bette screamed, hitting another orgasm.

"Mrs. Jameson, are you all right?" a voice called. "Are you…"

The heavy tread of work boots stopped at the bedroom door. The three frenzied fuckers looked up, startled to see Frank standing there, summoned by what he thought were cries of pain.

The fuckers were too far into their pleasure to stop or even slow down. Frank, a would-be rescuer, stood dumb-founded, gaping at the sight before him. When the man collected himself, realizing his mistake, he turned and started away.

"Frank!" Bette called. "F-F-Frank! Don't go. C-c-come back!"

But the man didn't stop, quickly disappearing around the corner of the hallway. But then his face reappeared, looking back into the bedroom as though he couldn't believe what he'd seen.

"Get the other men!" Bette called as she continually bumped between the thrusting hips fore and aft. "I n-n-need all of you! F-f-fuck me! F-f-fuck me, everyone."