Brad Logan - Naked horny wife

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.

After her marathon fucking with Ted and Jim, Bette was finally sated. It was a new experience for her. She had always been at least slightly horny. But now she wasn't at all. In fact, she was slightly sore. Her hips and back hurt a little, and her cunt was tender.

It was nice to sit at the kitchen table having tea and toast and being completely satisfied. The sun shining in the windows and the music on the radio made Bette feel even more content.

As she, sat, she noticed something strange out the window. A red disk of some sort was rising up into the air, then lowering out of sight. Could it be a UFO?

Bette went to the window and peered out. It was Del playing with a Frisbee. Bette had never seen anyone play with a Frisbee as Del did. He was alone, and he would make the Frisbee spin, toss it up into the air, and catch it on one finger, keeping it spinning. Sometimes he would turn around before catching the disk, and sometimes he would toss it up from beneath his lifted leg.

She watched for a long time before she realized that she hadn't even thought about Del as a horny kid with a hard prick, which he undoubtedly was. She felt free of those slavishly lascivious thoughts now, free to enjoy life without the constant, nagging need to soothe her lust.

What a pleasure it was to simply live a life without thinking about sex, Bette told herself. And she decided to enjoy this freedom while it lasted, for she knew it was only temporary.

Her tired and sore bones cried out for a hot bath. So she finished her tea at the window, still watching the lithe boy next door. Then she strolled to her bathroom, enjoying the feeling of her silk robe fluttering around her legs without the distracting sensation of lust to spoil that pure and simple pleasure.

As she walked through the bathroom door, she wiggled out of her robe and let it fall dramatically behind her. She turned on the water in the large sunken tub and enjoyed the sound of it and the way the steam filled the bathroom. There was a full-length mirror reflecting her body, and she admired her naked self in purely aesthetic terms until the mirror steamed up, obliterating her reflection.

The thick, warm steam felt wonderful caressing her flesh. And when she turned off the water, the silence was beautiful.

"Ahhhhh!" she sighed as she sat down slowly in the hot water.

Arranging an inflatable pillow behind her head and stretching out her legs, Bette luxuriated in aquatic splendor.

She'd never dreamed that so much pleasure was possible divorced from sex. Of course, it had taken sex, lots of it in fact, to bring her to this state of repose.

She was glad to be free for a while from lust. As she lay in the tub, caressed by the soothing water, she appreciated how her tits floated without giving her distracting sensations of lust. And the hot water surrounding her thighs and lapping against her cunt felt terrific without arousing sexual longings. Even when she spread her legs, letting the water enter her cunt, the effect was soothing rather than stirring.

Oh, what glorious simple pleasures.

Bette opened her thighs wider, letting more water flow into her cunt. But the flow was one way. No juice was being secreted now in her innocent state of grace. The water merely bathed the sore and abused lips of her pussy.

Out of habit, she lifted her hands to her tits and caressed them. But even this didn't set her passions on fire. Rather, she was able to enjoy the pure sensation of softness and weight of her tits as she held them. It was more like stroking a kitten or hefting a smooth rock.

Even when her nipples became erect, Bette felt only the good, clean joy of health and well-being. Rather than a pit of lust, her body was a temple of purity.

Then something struck the window above the tub. Bette's eyes lifted to catch the red disk as it fell from where it had hit the glass. It was the Frisbee, she knew, and Del would come to fetch it, no doubt.

In Bette's housing development, most of the homes had bathrooms without curtains on the windows. Rather, there were walls built around an area surrounding the window, and inside the walls were cactus and other plants. So from inside the bathroom, the view was of plants and the sky. This was one of Bette's favorite things about the house.

Now, though, the lack of curtains was going to expose her nakedness to Del when he hopped over the wall to get his Frisbee, and Bette was sure he would do that.

As she lay in the tub waiting for Del to appear, she experienced the fastest, most powerful change of mood she had ever known. Lust suddenly burst in her like a desert flower after a rain. Her heartbeats quickened, her skin melted.

It occurred to her that she could hop out of the tub and hide. But no sooner had this thought entered her mind than she drove it out.

She wanted Del to see her and she wanted much more than that, too!