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

CHAPTER SEVEN

The next day as she dusted and made the bed, Bette's thoughts drifted back to all the kinky events she'd been involved in since meeting Sue. Her cunt moistened and her nipples became stiff.

Scrubbing the bathroom, Bette thought about the future. She was sure she had only scratched the surface of the possibilities for sexual pleasure. Now the crotch of her undies were soaked and her clit was swollen. She needed to relieve her horniness, but she forced herself to continue her chores instead.

By lunchtime she was barely able to resist ripping off her clothes and going after her pussy with eager fingers. But the housework had made her hungry, and her hunger helped ease her passion.

With the self-control of a saint, Bette scurried around the kitchen gathering the ingredients for her lunch. She put a bowl, cutting board, knife, jar of mayonnaise, and two hardboiled eggs on the counter. Her hands shook slightly with desire as she peeled the eggs and her thighs quivered, but she remained firm.

Peeling the second egg, however, she began to lose control. And by the time that second egg was stripped of its shell, Bette knew the battle was lost.

Holding the egg in her hand reminded her of the head of an erect cock. She was on fire, and her mind swam with schemes for putting the fire out.

Without wasting another second, Bette went into action, choosing the first kinky idea that came to her fertile mind. She stepped back from the counter and pulled down her slacks. Then she lowered her undies, leaving her wet cunt gaping and bare.

Her heart began pounding as she reached for one of the peeled eggs. She held it tight as she brought it to her crotch. Then she pressed it to the slippery lips of her cunt. It was easy to slip the egg into her cunt. It felt good even though it was cold. But Bette had an uncomfortable thought. What if she couldn't get the egg out again?

Quickly she squatted and tensed the muscles of her pussy. The egg slipped from her cunt and hit the floor. Bette relaxed now that she was sure there was no danger. She picked it up and stuck it back into her hot pussy.

When she and Ted fucked they would play a game, communicating by tensing and relaxing their organs. Ted would twitch his cock in a certain rhythm as it lay in her cunt, then Bette would answer by squeezing his prick with her cunt. Now, she used those same muscles to eject the egg into her waiting hand. After a bit of practice, she found she could hold the egg in her cunt, then fire it out at will.

She sat down and played with the egg, playing catch with her cunt. She was soon launching the egg almost a foot from her pussy, and each time she pushed it back and shot it out, she felt a pang of pleasure rush through her. She was delighted with this new talent and couldn't wait to show Sue.

After playing this weird game for a while, Bette was ready to come. So she pressed the egg to her clit and wiggled it. It was warmed almost to body temperature now, and it felt great rolling aver her erect clit.

As she came, she took the egg from her clit and attacked that bud with her fingers it needed more pressure than the egg could give it. But she didn't give up on the hard-boiled sexual toy. She slipped it up her cunt again!

It was like being fucked with the fat head of a shaftless prick. Finally, just as her orgasm hit its peak, Bette brought the slippery egg to her mouth and sucked it, enjoying the taste and sensation of her cunt juice. Since eating Sue's pussy the day before, Bette had a longing to have a mouthful of cuntal syrup again.

"Mmmxnm!" she hummed, the egg stuffed into her mouth now, muffling her sounds of pleasure.

If it weren't for the egg in her mouth she never would have heard the doorbell, and the person at the door would have, heard her. But Bette was in no condition to answer the door.

But the bell rang over and over with a determination that surprised her. No salesman or religious fanatic rang like this. Bette's curiosity was aroused. Her orgasm had been completed, and she had almost caught her breath, so she stood up and tugged her undies and slacks up. She hurried to the dining room window and peeked out.

Jim Farmer was walking away from the front door.

Bette's eyes grew wide as she caught sight of him. She hated to let him get away. Ever since the quick fuck they'd had against the wall in his living room, Bette had thought of him as a walking sex machine. So she hurried with the button of her slacks, pulled the egg from her mouth, and ran to the door.

"Jim!" she called.

He turned and hurried back to her door. Ewe felt her waist, tucking her blouse into her slacks and tried to act calm.

"I thought you weren't home," Jim said. "I'm glad you are. I've been thinking of you ever since the other night."

He pronounced the words "other night" in a breathy voice that made Bette shiver.

"Meet me somewhere tonight," Jim continued. "I've got to fuck you again, I've got to!"

"Tonight? Let's see," Bette said as she struggled to concentrate. "Why tonight? Come in now – no one's here."

"Can't," Jim said. "I've got to meet Sue in ten minutes. It's got to be tonight. Please!"

Jim grabbed Bette's hand and squeezed it. He seemed so desperate Bette thought he was being a bit silly. Still, she was flattered and eager to feel his fat prick inside her again.

"Okay, where, when?" Bette said, caught up in Jim's excitement.

"In the backyard? But…"

"Please!" Jim said with such longing that Bette had to nod her head.

Then Jim smiled, lifted her hand to his lips, and kissed it. But as he pressed his lips to her palm, his eyes suddenly widened and his eyebrows lifted. He held her hand to his face for several seconds, breathing deeply through his nose. Bette realized that she had left the pungent odor of her cunt juice on her fingers. Jim had found her out!

But when he dropped her hand, he merely smiled and hurried down the walk toward his own house. He looked back at Bette with a smile on his lips as he slipped into his Mercedes.

With his cultured good looks, silvery hair, and perfectly tailored clothes, Bette thought him the most handsome man she'd ever met. And as he sped away, she began counting the seconds until she could join him in the backyard that night.

It was the longest evening Bette had ever spent in her life. There had been many evenings when Ted had come home tired and listless, had dinner, and fell asleep soon after while Bette burned with desire for his cock. Now that she burned with desire for Jim's cock, Ted was lively and hinting that they would have a great time in bed that night.

"Let's go to bed now," Bette said, hoping to tire him early and send him to dreamland.

"But it's only nine o'clock," Ted said.

"So what? Why do we always have to wait until eleven? Don't you think we can do things a little differently once in a while?"

"But I haven't even read the paper yet," Ted said.

Not to be denied, Bette unbuttoned her blouse and exposed her tits lewdly. She laughed when she, saw her husband's expression change from surprise to lust to bafflement, his features out of sync – his mouth turning down as his eyebrows arched, then his mouth curling in a smile as his eyes narrowed suspiciously.

Cupping her heavy tits in her hands, Bette lifted them, offering them to her husband.

"What's getting into you?" Ted asked. "You've been acting very strangely lately."

"It must be old age," Bette said. "Women get hornier as they get older."

Then she lifted one tit toward her mouth and licked her nipple. She had never acted this way in front of Ted before, but she could see that he liked it. Through his amazement, his excitement was obvious!

Ted came to his wife and took her into his arms. She thrust her face violently at his, cramming her tongue into his mouth and biting hard on his lips.

"Oooo!" Ted yelped.

As she cried out in pain, he pressed his hips forward, sinking the lump of his hard prick into Bette's stomach. She wiggled against him as her tongue writhed in his mouth.

Ted lifted his hands to his wife's tits, scooped them up, and squeezed them. He held her tits tighter than he ever had before, taking his cue from Bette. If she could be a tigress, he could be a tiger. And Bette noticed the difference in Ted's behavior. But no matter how good he was, Bette wouldn't forget that she had a date with Jim later. This was merely a warm-up!

After kissing and feeling his wife for several minutes, Ted swept her up in his arms and carried her to the bedroom. He threw her onto the bed from quite a distance, and even though she hit the very edge and almost fell onto the floor, Bette was impressed and excited by Ted's new macho technique.

He undressed quickly, tossing his clothes over a chair rather than hanging everything in the closet as usual. Then he went to Bette and pulled down her slacks and undies. He left on her opened blouse, unusual for such a fastidious man.

Ted whipped his glasses off his face like Clark Kent and dropped down between Bette's legs and buried his face in her muff.

"Oh, Ted!" Bette sighed as she spread her legs.

But even as her husband covered her pussy with hungry laps of his tongue, Bette thought about Jim and how wonderful it was going to be with him later.

"Mmmmmmm!" Bette whined as her passion rose.

Ted had always been a skillful cunt-lapper, never failing to send her into a blissful swoon. But now he showed greater talent than ever. As his tongue traced the ridges of Bette's inner-lips, he kept his tongue fluttering something he'd never done before. And when he nibbled her clit, he sucked it deep into his mouth and wrapped it in his tongue.

"Oh, sweetheart!" Bette gasped happily.

Once more licking her pussy, Ted continued his brilliant performance. But now he kept his tongue away from Bette's clit, denying her an orgasm.

Only when Bette was moaning desperately did Ted crawl up from between her legs, cover her quaking body with his own, and bring his prick to her cunt. Dying to have her cunt stretched over his big, hard cock, Bette grabbed his prick and dragged it toward her yawning pussy.

Ted only slowly gave his prick to his wife. He fit the soft head into her hot cunt, then, slowly lowered his hips and slid home.

"Ohhhhhhh!" Bette cried wantonly when their pubic hair tangled together.

Bette's hips began churning, but Ted pinned her down with the weight of his body. Working alone, Bette was able to move his prick slightly, but not nearly enough.

"Fuck me!" she pleaded. "Ted, fuck me!"

Ted obeyed, but slowly. He lifted his hips, pulling his cock from the depths of Bette's body and raking the lining of her cunt with the ridge of his prick knob. As he withdrew his cock slowly, Bette shook her hips, sliding her cunt in short, quivering jerks over his prick. And she continued that motion as Ted slowly sank his prick deeply again. With, those two distinct rhythms, they were fucking as they had never fucked before.

"Ohhhhh, baby! That feels great!" Ted whispered.

"Yeah, for me too!" Bette breathed hotly. In and out Ted's prick slid as the wet velvet of Bette's pussy hugged it. Each dip of Ted's prick head seemed deeper, and each withdrawal brought Bette to a higher level of passion. Ted kept fucking with his same slow stroke, and Bette fell into his rhythm, letting her body rise and fall like a mid-ocean swell.

His steady heat, Ted lifted his chest from Bette's tits, supporting himself with his arms. Then he pulled his knees-up toward Bette's ass. In this position he could move his hips more freely, driving his stiff prick relentlessly, deeply, and powerfully into his wife's writhing body.

Also, this position gave Ted a great view of Bette as he fucked her. He looked down at the expression of ecstasy on her pretty face. Casting his gaze lower, he watched her tits wobbling with the tremors of his lunging prick. He saw how her stomach was tensed as she followed his motions. And where their bodies came together in a dark tangle of hair, Ted saw his prick appearing, wet and shining with juice, each time he pulled it from the depths of Bette's body.

Bette saw Ted watching her. To give him a good show, she exaggerated her slithering motion, making her tits fall up and down. She lifted her upper lips, baring her teeth in a sensual snarl.

"Rrrrrr!" she roared like a jungle beast in heat.

Bette lifted her legs high above Ted's ass and kicked her feet. That added another bit of motion to their fucking, giving them even more joy!

"Aaaaaa!" Ted gasped, nearing an orgasm.

Still thinking of her date with Jim, Bette was determined to give Ted an orgasm that would knock him out. So she began to use those muscles inside her cunt again, milking Ted's prick, tugging at it, wringing it out like a dishrag. The effort was exhausting, but it was worth it. Bette was going to have a super orgasm, too!

"Ahhhh!" Ted cried as he threw back his head, his face contorted with lust.

Bette was like a balloon stretched taut with air, but in her case it was lust that threatened to make her explode. And when she felt the surging heat of Ted's jism in her cunt, she did explode.

"Eeeeee!" she wailed, blinded by pleasure. The fucking they had been doing now became exaggerated and automatic – their bodies taking over where their brains had functioned, their brains short circuited with intense sexual bliss.

The bed rocked with their desperate fucking. The atmosphere in the room was tropical with the heat and humidity of their sweat and panting.

But even in the insane grip of blind rapture, Bette stuck to her plan to knock Ted out so she could join Jim in the backyard. Bette kept her hips jerking, swallowing Ted's prick over and over even when he'd run out of jism.

"Fuck me!" she cried. "Don't stop! Never stop!"

Ted did his best to fulfill his wife's desire. Valiantly, he kept his cock diving even though it was becoming so sensitive it was becoming more painful than pleasurable to continue.

Bette's second orgasm was better than her first. But as a third wave of pleasure began to envelop her, Ted began to lose his rhythm.

"Ted!" she screamed, but it was no good. The poor man was spent. His hips began to jerk spasmodically and finally, his softened cock slipped from Bette's flowing cunt.

Although Bette lost out on a third orgasm, she had worked her strategy to perfection. The way Ted moaned and rolled onto his back assured her that he wouldn't be in the way when she went to meet Jim.

As she watched him, Ted slipped into blissful sleep.

Bette smiled like a cat settling down to a bowl of warm cream. Slipping out of bed, she grabbed her silk robe, made a quick stop in the bathroom to put her cunt into pristine condition, then went out into the backyard.

As always, it was warm and beautiful outside. But Bette was too eager to find Jim to think about the weather.

The fucking she'd done so far had only made her eager for more. She looked over the brick fence for Jim. But he was not in his yard. "Hello," a whispered voice said from the darkness at the corner of the fence.

She turned and peered into the darkness. She could see Jim, but just barely. Taking a quick look around, Bette hurried to the darkness of the bushes, her cunt longing to continue fucking.

Bette found Jim naked on a blanket. As she fell into his embrace, she found his style of meeting exciting and kinky.

"I've been waiting for you," he whispered after searching her mouth with his tongue. "I heard you and Ted fucking and I thought you'd decided not to come to me."

"No, I just had to put Ted to sleep first," Bette told him.

"I was going to jerk off listening to your moans," Jim said. "But I resisted."

What a kinky character, Bette thought. His bluntness made her pussy even hungrier and juicier. She grabbed Jim's stiff prick and filled his hands with her tits. They began devouring each other's tongue.

Soon, Bette sank down onto her back on Jim's blanket, opened her robe, and dragged him into a hot embrace of her arms and legs.

Jim, suave as always, flowed into her, his hard cock filling the void of Bette's burning cunt.

Once he had his prick stuffed into Bette's cave, he began his onslaught. The last time he had fucked Bette, they had been standing up, leaning against a wall, and Bette had assumed that Jim's battering technique had been due to their upright position. But now, lying down, she found that he used the same mechanical stroke, a jabbing, blunt stab.

"Oooooo!" she cried, pressing her mouth to Jim's shoulder to muffle the sound.

As he rammed his fat cock in and out of her cunt, Jim stuck his tongue into her ear. His breath warmed her as his prick churned in the thick juice of her cavern.

It was a steady rise to ecstasy for Bette. She felt Jim's hand caress one of her ass cheeks. He spread his fingers over it, grabbed and squeezed. Then he moved his hand until the tip of his middle finger was at the rear of Bette's cunt. There he wet his finger with her juice, then moved it to her asshole.

Bette gasped when she felt his fingertip prying her asshole open. She tried to relax her ass muscle to ease the way for his finger, but in the grip of passion she couldn't. But that didn't stop Jim from pressing his wet finger up that tight tunnel!

"Uhhhhhh!" Bette moaned at the thrill of having her ass raped by a strong finger as her cunt was being fucked by a strong cock.

Lodging his finger high up her cunt, turn wiggled it round and round. And he was pumping his prick harder and faster now too.

Bette's orgasm rushed up from the burning nerves in her crotch, spreading through her with irresistible force. Her lust was so intense, her passion so complete, Jim was amazed. He'd fucked a lot of women, but he'd never experienced such wild writhing and desperate shaking in any of them as Bette was showing now beneath his thrusting hips.

"Ohhhh, Jimmmm!" she wailed in an unearthly voice.

Bette's hips churned, driving her pussy back and forth on Jim's cock as it stabbed her. Finally, Jim had to hold himself still above Bette while she fucked him from below. He couldn't keep up with her frantic pace!

Jim's jism was sucked out of him by Bette's leaping cunt. He had a great orgasm! And Bette began to slow down.

"That was wild!" Jim whispered breathlessly as he lowered his hips onto Bette's slowing pelvis.

But as soon as Bette felt the man slowing his prick-thrusts, she nearly panicked. She'd become addicted to sexual ecstasy, and she couldn't stand to have it end.

"Noooooo!" she cried. "Don't stop! Please!"

Jim was shocked, but also determined to go all the way with this wild creature. So he began shoving his prick deep into Bette's body again, trying to coordinate his thrusts with the spasms of Bette's flailing hips.

Jim set his jaw and went back to work. Bette opened her mouth and gasped in warm night air as she was lifted back up to the highest stages of pleasure. The bush they hid beneath shook in the calm air as though the wind were raging.

"Oh, oh!" Jim panted in exhaustion. "Baby, I don't know if I can go on much longer."

Sweat covered the poor man's body and his bones ached with his monumental effort. Finally, like an old horse, he simply gave out.

"Aaaahhhhhh!" he gasped and collapsed on Bette, pinning her to the ground with his weight.

Bette still wiggled, stirring Jim's prick slightly in her spasming cunt. But she knew it was over.

As Jim recovered slowly, Bette realized her mistake. By knocking out Ted, she had overdosed herself on orgasmic joy. Poor Jim didn't even get a chance to kiss her tits and have his prick sucked before Bette dragged him into her insatiable cunt.

She told Jim what happened, apologizing for being so greedy.

"That's all right, sweetheart," he said. "It was great! I've never had such a wild fuck!"

They lay under the bushes for a while. Bette looked up along the side of the fence at the sky, marveling at the stars. Suddenly, she noticed a spider strolling down the fence toward her and she scrambled from the bushes and stood naked in the yard.

Jim followed Bette from their hiding place and brought her robe to her. Covering her shoulders with the robe, he kissed her on the ear and patted her on the ass.

"Better get back in the house before someone sees us," he said.

For the first time, it occurred to Bette that she might get caught and could wind up in serious trouble. So she hurried into the house.