Brad Logan - Naked horny wife

She imagined the men leaning closer to the window. She squeezed her tit, kneading it, making sure the guys knew she was playing with herself and not merely scratching. Then she grabbed her other tit and squeezed it.

She moved her tits around on her chest, pressing them together and pulling them apart. Then she lifted one to her face, bent down, and began sucking it. With more motion than usual, Bette tugged her nipple with her mouth and shook her head as she licked it.

The men must be crazy, she thought with supreme lust!

She hummed loudly, but she doubted that they could hear her. She should have opened the window before starting. Never had she been so hot, so blitzed with kinky emotion!

But the best was yet to come. As exciting as it had been so far, when Bette started sliding her hand toward her pussy, she could barely contain her passion.

First she opened her legs wide so that the pink swath of her cunt would show. She wiggled her hips like a hula dancer as her fingers crept through her golden pussy curls. Then her fingers advanced into her cunt.

Her whole body heaved with a jolt of rapture as she felt her fingers enter her pussy. And as she stuffed two finger up her cunt, her body wiggled with greater speed. It was a sight any man would remember to his dying day!

Knowing that she had an audience made her lust advance like a speeding locomotive. She knew she had to avoid touching her clit or she would come immediately.

She kept cork-screwing her fingers up her flowing cunt tunnel while writhing vigorously in the chair. All the while she kept a tight grip on one tit, too.

"Oh-h-h-h-h!" she cried in the strained voice of a woman in ecstasy or agony, although no one who saw her could mistake her condition.

Were the men jerking off as they watched her? She wondered. She wished she knew, for if they were pounding their meat, her own pleasure would be even greater.

Now Bette let go of her tit and brought that hand to her cunt, too. Still finger-fucking herself with her right hand, she used the fingers of her left to rub her clit.

She tried to imagine the men watching. She pictured herself stretched out on the chair, her fingers busily working on her cunt, and her tits swaying heavily from side to side as she writhed in demented bliss.

"E-e-e-e-e-e!" she wailed, hoping they could hear her.

Her legs kicked wildly as she came and her head lolled on the back of the chair as though it might fall off. Her body bucked and jerked. It was a sight that would make any man melt with lust!

Although she would never know for sure, Bette's performance had just the effect she imagined. Al, the dark-haired man, had noticed her first.

"Bill, look at that!" he'd gasped as Bette had stepped into the sunlight.

"Jesus H. Keerist!" Bill said. "Some dame!"

"Look at those tits!" Al said. "Like a movie star's! I'd give anything to get them into my mouth."

"I'd rather be that chair right now," Bill said.

But when Bette reached for her tit, just as she'd suspected, the men had shut up, too horny to speak. And when she began diddling her cunt, they had each whipped out his stiff prick and jerked off, timing their orgasms to hers.

Bette continued wailing until all her pleasure was consumed. Then, slowly her body began relaxing, giving only an occasional twitch. But now, with her lust satisfied, she began to feel strange. Her kinky game suddenly shamed her.

Pulling her fingers from her pussy, she jumped up and ran from the room.

"Someone's moving in next-door," Bette said to Ted at dinner. "Their furniture arrived today. Nice things. They must have a lot of money."

"Oh yeah?" Ted said. "What's he do?"

"I don't know. I haven't even seen them. I only saw their furniture. They must have very good taste, or a good decorator."

"I'm sure your taste is better," Ted said, knowing his wife was proud of her good taste.

"And I'm sure our furniture is every bit as good. It should be after spending nine thousand just on the living room."

"Good things cost money," Bette said. "I've been thinking about our bedroom set. We've had it since we got married."

"There's nothing wrong with our bedroom set," Ted said firmly. "And so what if we had it since we got married? I hope to have it till we die."

"Oh, you men are…" She was interrupted by the doorbell.

"Don't answer it," Ted said. "It might be important," Bette said, getting up.

"Hi," said the handsome man at the door. "I'm Jim Farmer, your new neighbor. My wife and I were going to spend the night in our new house, but it seems the electricity hasn't been turned on yet. Do you have a candle or two we could borrow?"

"Sure," Bette said. "Come on in while I find them."

Bette went for the candles, but her mind was elsewhere, namely, on Jim Farmer. She had never seen a more handsome man! Her cunt was running with hot juice again.

"It was our new neighbor," Bette told Ted when she went back to the kitchen table.

"What was he like?" Ted asked.

"Dreamy! Older, distinguished-looking. Just think, handsome and rich too."

"You used to think I was handsome," Ted said. "And we're not exactly poor."

"Oh, you're jealous."

"I am not jealous," Ted said, his thin lips tense.

Bette knew when to lay off. Ted was a nice guy, but very serious. He took his job as an accountant seriously, and he was very proud of the nice home he provided. And when he took that tone of voice, he wasn't to be toyed with.

After dinner, Ted went out in the back yard. He often strolled around the yard with a glass of brandy, looking at the flowers or up at the stars. Bette took this opportunity to try and get a glimpse of their neighbors. She went from window to window, trying to peek into their house from hers, but it was too dark.

Just as she was about to give up, she saw a glow moving through the Farmers' dining room. It was a candle, and behind it was a woman's naked body. The candle light shown on the undersides of two huge and firm tits, illuminated a flat belly, and showed two thin thighs as the woman walked across the room. A dark triangle of thick pussy hair showed clearly, top.

Bette was in the den where she had shown herself to the movers earlier that day. But now she was in darkness and invisible. The sight of the woman excited her and she wanted to see more.

Hurrying to the kitchen, she looked out again. This time she got a fleeting glimpse of the candle's glow and a profile of one tit. Then Bette went into the living room and looked out, but saw nothing. The house next-door was dark.

She was surprised at the excitement caused by the view of that naked woman. But that was nothing compared to her surprise at jerking off in front of the movers. She had been doing strange things lately.

The dishes were all in the dishwasher and everything was put away, so Bette poured herself some brandy and went back into the living room to wait for Ted. She wanted to make him feel desirable after arousing his jealousy at dinner.

But Ted stayed out in the yard longer than usual. Bette went into the den and looked out to see what he was doing.

It was dark out. Only the lights from the house nearby let her see anything at all. After her eyes grew accustomed to the dark, she saw Ted standing near the fence that separated their yard from the Farmers'. He was definitely looking over the fence and standing next to the cactus so he wouldn't be seen.

Bette was surprised to see Ted peeking into their neighbor's yard, it wasn't like him. But when she saw him fumbling at the front of his pants, she was amazed. But the biggest shock came when she saw Ted's arm moving in an unmistakable masturbatory motion.

Bette would give anything to see what. But their house had only one story, as did all the houses on their block, so she couldn't look over the fence without Ted seeing her. And she couldn't embarrass Ted by joining him. He wouldn't think that was funny.