Brad Logan - Naked horny wife

"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.