Brad Logan - Naked horny wife

But just as she was beginning to enjoy herself, the phone interrupted her serenity. The voice of an old friend greeted her.

"June, how nice to hear from you!" Bette said.

They made small talk for a while. But Bette had the feeling there was more to this call than a chat. She hadn't seen June for a few years, and now June had called as though they had never been out of touch.

"Is there something special you wanted?" Bette asked, trying to settle her curiosity. The following silence gave Bette an uneasy feeling.

"Well, there was something," June said slowly. "I agonized about this before I decided to call you."

"What? What is it, for goodness sake?" Bette asked, worried and curious.

"Frank and I just got back from, the Roaring Lion, you know, that steak joint in the Holiday Inn in Tempe? Well, as we were driving out, I spotted your husband's car in the lot. Then I saw him climbing the stairs to a room; and, Bette, I hate to tell you this, but he wasn't alone."

Now Bette was silent. She struggled to make sense out of what June was telling her.

"Are you sure it was Ted?" Bette asked, looking for a logical explanation.

"Yes, honey. I'm sure," June said. "I recognized his license plate."

Bette felt a chill in her bones. She thanked June and hung up.

Pacing around the house, she tried to make a plan. Should she pack up and leave? Should she go fuck Jim again? Should she go to the Holiday Inn and confront Ted?

The last idea appealed to her most. Bette was not the sort of woman to hide from a battle. In fact, she loved a good fight when she was in the mood, and she was in the mood now!

Driving to Tempe, Bette kept thinking about what she was going to do when she caught up with Ted. But the memories of her own indiscretions crept into her mind, too. She hadn't forgotten those boys she and Sue had picked up and fucked. And she had fucked Jim twice, and just that afternoon she had fucked Del. Plus there was the perverted fun she'd had with Sue. Sue – she was the start of all this trouble.

Then another thought entered her mind. Suddenly she remembered that Jim had told her that Sue was away overnight, too.

That bitch! Bette was sure she would find Sue with Ted. How could she? Bette asked herself. But Bette had to admit that she had fucked Sue's husband, so if Sue was a bitch, so was she.

Bette's foot eased up on the accelerator and the car slowed. Her spirit was broken. She would get off at the next exit ramp and go home.

But when she came to the next exit ramp she didn't turn off. She couldn't help herself – she had to go to where Ted and Sue were fucking. Not knowing what she would do when she got there, Bette was compelled to confront them.

As soon as she saw the Holiday Inn sign, she felt a strange pang. When she pulled into the parking lot, she was trembling. And when she spotted Ted's car, she felt dizzy.

She parked. Looking up at the windows on the upper floor, she was strangled by jealousy to realize that behind one of those curtained windows, her husband was fucking her new friend – and her new lover.

As she climbed the stairs, she began to wonder how she was going to find which mom Ted and Sue were in. She pictured herself pacing back and forth all night, looking for, but not finding, them. She might have to pound on every door until someone opened it.

Gasping and trembling, Bette moved down the balcony of doors and windows. Only one window was unguarded by drawn drapes, but that window showed an empty, dark room. All the other windows were lit but screened by drapery, the light sifting through, teasing Bette and making her feel like a trespasser.

She found that one set of drapes was not closed completely. A slit of space between the drapes gave her a view into the room. She pressed her face close to the window and moved her head from side to side so she had a panoramic view. What she saw made her blood surge. There were two naked people on the bed, embracing and kissing.

It was clear that this was not Ted and Sue, though. The woman had red hair and the man a beard. So Bette left the window, but the effect of peeking stayed with her. Now, her lust was growing even though her jealousy still raged.

Hurrying back and forth, she checked for other rooms into which she might peck. But all the other windows were impenetrable to her gaze.

She would knock on a door and see if she recognizes the voice.

She went to the next door and knocked. The door opened, and a good-looking man dressed in a suit confronted her.

"Well, hello," he said. "Can I help you?"

"No, sorry, I've got the wrong room," Bette said and hurried away.

The man looked after her as she walked down the balcony, but when he went back into his room, Bette stopped and knocked on another door.

There was no answer. Bette's head felt light as she imagined her husband and Sue inside, wrapped in ecstasy. She pounded on the door, rattling it in its frame.

"What is it, what do you want?" a frail voice asked.

The voice obviously belonged to an elderly woman whom Bette had terrified with her crazed pounding. Bette hurried away from the door.

Walking, dazed, along the balcony, she caught in the corner of her eye that slit of light that she had peeked into before. Even in her present state, she couldn't help stopping to peek.

Now the couple was fucking doggie-style. Bette saw the woman's tits drooping to the bed beneath her bent body. Her round ass stuck out behind her and the bearded man was slipping his prick in and out of the woman's cunt with a steady motion.

As Bette watched his cock appearing and disappearing between their bodies, she was aware of her own lust increasing. Juice seeped from her cunt. But, still, her jealousy and rage consumed her.

She'd been so interested in the scene before her she hadn't noticed footsteps approaching. By the time she did and turned to see whose they were, the man who had answered the first door she had knocked on was right beside her.

He peeked into the room, then smiled at Bette.

"We could give that a try if you'd like," he said with a warm smile.

"Leave me alone," Bette yelled, tears blurring her vision. "Leave me alone!"

When Bette heard her own voice she knew that everyone in the building had heard it too. What had she done? What was she trying to prove?

"Okay, lady! Okay!" the man said as he backed away quickly.

Doors began to open and heads peered out to see what was going on. Bette felt like a freak, a fool, a side show spectacle. She was nearly hysterical as she began running for the stairs. But before she reached them, Sue stepped out from one room and reached out for the fleeing woman.

"Here we are honey." Sue said soothingly. "In here. Come on in."

For a second, Bette didn't know whether she should pull herself from the hands Sue had fastened to her shoulders, or enter the room. Sue continued to talk to her in a gentle voice, and Bette allowed herself to be guided inside.

Ted was standing near the foot of the bed, looking scared. "I'm sorry, honey," he said.

"How could you?" Bette moaned, tears streaming down her face.

"Poor baby!" Sue said as she sat Bette down in a chair. "If I knew this would happen I never would have come here with Ted. But we didn't think you were ready to face our fucking each other."

Sue handed Bette a glass of whiskey and Bette sipped eagerly.

"Ever since you fucked Jim I've been dying to get back at you," Ted said. "I know it was childish, but that's the way I felt."

"How did you know I fucked Jim?" Bette asked.

"We saw you," Ted said. "You were standing against the wall in his living room, and Sue and I were coming through our dining room, and we could see you right through the window. If Sue hadn't calmed me down, I don't know what I would have done."