Brad Logan - Naked horny wife

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.