Brad Logan - Naked horny wife

"Aaaaaaa!" she cried as the boy's shaft followed his prick head into her hot body.

"Ohhhhh!" Del cried as the sensation of burying his prick in a cunt filled him with joy.

Looking up at Del's face, Bette could see how he was affected by this. As much as she loved having a hard cock in her pussy, she could tell that Del loved it even more!

Then Del began pumping his prick. As Bette's cunt-lining was stroked and stretched, both of them went into ecstasy. Their voices filled the steamy bathroom with the music of passion. Their bodies writhed and strained to create as much motion between Del's prick and Bette's cunt as possible.

"Ohhhhhh, God!" Bette cried as Del's prick head repeatedly bounced against the far end of her pussy.

"Huhhhhh! Huhhhhh!" Del gasped as he drove his cock in and out of Bette's tender cunt.

Since Del had just delivered a load of jism into Bette's mouth, he was able to keep plowing his prick into her cunt without spilling Del's prick, her ecstasy mounted until she was almost hysterical.

Del let out a twisted, anguished moan that told Bette he was going to come. She'd been in the grip, of a wild orgasm for a while already, and she was ready to receive his gift.

Del pressed his face to Bette's as his body rocked with the spasms of a dizzying orgasm. His searing jism, rushing into Bette's cunt, put the cap on her climax, sending jolts of blinding pleasure through her.

They drifted in semi-awareness as they recovered from the exertions of sex when they were rudely jarred back into the real world by the chimes that meant someone was at the door.

Del began to get up, but Bette stopped him.

"Stay where you are, honey," she said.

The chimes sounded again, but then there was silence. The fuckers remained where they were. They even began to explore each other's body again. Bette ran her fingertips down Del's back, and Del played with one of Bette's soft ass cheeks.

She could feel his prick stiffening inside her a thrilling sensation! She knew she would soon be writhing in pleasure, and her cunt began to moisten.

When Del's prick was fully inflated, he began moving it, slowly at first, them faster. Before long, they were fucking up a storm again.

This time Del was even wilder. It seemed like the two previous orgasms had turned him into a madman for sex. He fucked Bette with all his might, sticking his prick in as deep as it would reach, then pulling it out until his cock, head lay between her delicate cunt lips. And he did this with as much speed and strength as he could.

The effect on Bette was immediate and profound. She was driven into a state of frenzy. Her cunt turned the physical stimulation into electric currents of pure bliss!

As Del crazily fucked Bette, his prick slipped out of her pussy. Then he fitted his cock back into her and continued with even more enthusiasm. But his prick slipped out again because he was making his strokes so long.

Bette froze, waiting for him to enter her again. He did, but in uncontrolled passion, he missed her cunt and he jabbed his prick at her asshole. His cock was wet, and so was Bette's asshole, so as Del lunged, his prick entered her ass and sailed deep inside her.

"Oooooo!" Bette cried, her eyes as big as saucers.

Del kept pumping his prick, reaching high up Bette's ass and then retreating.

After the action her cunt had had, this was a thrilling and kinky diversion. She didn't think Del had done it on purpose, in fact, she wasn't even sure if he knew his prick was up her ass rather than in her cunt. But that didn't matter. Either way Bette loved having her ass fucked.

Whether he knew where his prick was or not, Del was insane with lust, acting out his insanity by bucking his hips and driving his cock up Bette's ass.

Being fucked up the ass wouldn't make Bette come, she knew, but she didn't mind. The pleasure of this perversion was worth sacrificing an orgasm for. Besides, she could give herself an orgasm any time she wanted one.

Del's climax, when it finally struck, was awesome. Bette thought she could hear his bones rattling over the sound of his desperate wails.

"That was fun," Bette said, trying to see if the boy understood exactly what he had done to her.

"Yeah!" he sighed, not giving her a clue.

Then his prick slipped from her ass. Now she would never be sure if Del knew he had flicked her ass unless she asked him outright. It seemed a very strange question indeed, so she left it unasked.

The door chimes rang again. Del and Bette looked at each other, and again Bette told the boy to ignore it. But when there was a loud knocking at the back door, Bette could ignore the situation no longer. It occurred to her that the caller might be one of Del's parents.

"I'd better see who it is," Bette said. She got up and put on her robe, but before she left the bathroom, they heard the back door open.

"Bette, are you home?" a voice called – Jim's voice.

"My old man!" Del gasped.

"Don't panic," Bette said. "He won't find you in here. I'll keep him in the kitchen, and you slip out the door in my bedroom."

"He probably wants to fuck you again," Del said as he pulled on his underpants.

Bette was startled to hear that Del knew about her and his father. But there was no time now to ask him exactly what he knew.

"I'll be right there," Bette called as she left Del.

She caught Jim just in time. He was on his way to her bedroom. They embraced and kissed. Then Bette led him back into the kitchen.

"Want a cup of coffee?" Bette offered.

"Coffee? Hell no! I want you!"

"Oh, this isn't a good time," Bette said. "I'm expecting Ted home early."

"Well then we'd better not waste any time," Jim said as he came toward Bette.

"No, really, Jim," she said, fending him off. "I'm not at all in the mood."

Actually, the only thing keeping Bette from fucking Jim was the bit of morality that told her she shouldn't fuck a father right after fucking his son. Besides, there was jism running out of her cunt and asshole and dribbling down her thighs. She was a mess and needed another bath.

Suddenly, Jim stopped grappling for her. She saw his gaze move pest her and through the window. Bette felt a chill as she guessed what was happening. She turned around and saw what Jim did. Del was hopping over the backyard fence!

"What was he doing here?" Jim asked.

"Oh, he probably had to get his Frisbee. He's been throwing it around all morning and it sailed into my yard a few times."

"But he didn't have his Frisbee, and it looked like he came out of your bedroom! Bette, were you fucking him?" Jim asked.

"A lady never tells," Bette said coolly.

"Okay, okay," Jim said. "The boy could use a piece of ass, God knows. Now, how about us?"

Jim tried to embrace Bette again, but she held him away with her arms.

"Tomorrow," Bette said. "Come tomorrow afternoon. Surely Sue can take care of your needs until then."

"Sue's out of town. She won't be back till tomorrow," Jim said.

"Well, you'll just have to wait," Bette said. Her cunt and asshole were slightly sore, and another hot bath appealed to her more than another fuck.

After soaking in the tub for a while, Bette was summoned by the telephone. She decided not to answer, but it rang so long she finally gave in. It was Ted. He wouldn't be coming home that night. Something had come up at the office, and he had to fly to Tucson right away.

This had never happened before, but Bette knew a lot of wives whose husbands had to be away from home often, so she couldn't complain about one night alone.

Bette made herself dinner and ate in front of the television. She could always call Jim, she thought. He was alone, too. But the idea of fucking him after fucking Del still seemed a bit too kinky. So she decided to have a leisurely evening alone for a change. Solitude and quiet would be a welcome change from her usual busy pace.