Brad Logan: Naked horny wife

"Oh-h-h-h, God!" Bette cried as she arched her back in ecstasy.

Ted was showing an increased fervor in his cunt-lapping too! Lifting her head, Bette looked down her body at the head between her thighs. She was amazed at the way it nodded and shook as he gave her a super-tonguing.

"Oh-h-h-h!" Bette wailed, shaking so much her tits quivered on her chest violently. She grabbed them, cupping them tightly in her hands. Her legs rose from the bed and kicked in the air above Ted's lapping head.

Ted's face slithered around in Bette's yawning cunt as he stuck his tongue up her pussy then tickled her cunt. Between those two extremes, his tongue wiggled against her delicate cunt lips furiously.

"Ted! Get inside me!" Bette suddenly gasped. "Fuck me!"

The cunt-lapper lifted his face and climbed over his wife's body. Bette caught his prick and guided it to her swampy crotch. She saw how wet Ted's face was, her juice smeared all over his cheeks and chin.

He gasped as his prick slipped deep into her cunt.

Bette cried in harmony.

After the terrific tongue-lashing her cunt had received, having Ted's big prick filling her was heavenly!

Ted kissed his wife as he fucked her, filling her mouth with the juice he'd brought from her cunt. Bette liked the flavor of her own pussy juice, drinking it eagerly as she sucked on Ted's tongue.

Ted drove his cock in rhythmically, hard, and deep. Each thrust gave both of them a pang of joy, each pang of joy more intense than the last.

Since this was their second orgasm of the evening, it was delayed. They had to work harder, but they knew the rewards would be greater. And Ted was fucking with more abandon than usual, swiveling his hips in a loose but powerful motion.

"A-a-a-a-a!" Bette yelled. "I'm going to come!"

"Me too!" Ted gasped. He lifted his face, looking down at Bette's. Seeing each other's grimace of passion, they both came.

The look on each other's face and the sound of their desperate wails added to the physical sensations of fucking. Both of them broke out in a cold sweat as they were consumed by ecstasy.

Ted ran the course first, dropping his head beside Bette's, slowing his prick-thrusts. But Bette's orgasm continued. She bucked her hips, helping Ted fuck her until her orgasm subsided.

"Come on! Come on!" she urged.

But Ted didn't need any encouragement. He kept his prick ramming into Bette's body until she had registered every volt of the electric charges of pleasure that lit up her brain.

Something was happening to them sexually. What was it? Did it have something to do with their new neighbors?

The next day, Bette began her vigil at her windows to see what she could of her new neighbors. At about nine, she saw them carry a small round table onto their back porch, bring out trays of food, and sit down to eat.

She only had a few good looks, but there were three of them. Jim, to whom she had given the candles, a woman who was much younger, about twenty-five, and a teenaged boy. The woman was blonde, willowy, and attractive. The boy was dark like his father.

Later, after Jim drove away in his Mercedes sports car and the boy rode away on his bicycle, Bette saw the woman alone in the yard. She went out to say hello.

"Thanks for the candles," the woman said when Bette called a hello to her. "We still don't have any electricity, but I expect the man to come over any time now to turn it on."

As they talked over the fence, Bette was impressed by the woman's beauty. Her blue eyes shone with intelligence, her complexion was creamy and flawless, and her features well sculpted and pretty. She introduced herself – her name was Sue.

When Sue smiled, her teeth gleamed in the bright desert light. With what Bette had seen of Sue's body in the candle light the night before, she realized Sue was a true beauty.

Bette invited Sue over for coffee, and Sue accepted gratefully.

Bette asked Sue where they had come from. She explained they had just moved to Arizona from New York City. Jim was in real estate and had been investing heavily in Arizona for years, so they decided to move there.

"You'll love it," Bette said. "The weather is so nice."

"Yes, I'm looking forward to spending a whole winter by the pool. We're having a pool put in right away," Sue said.

"People don't usually swim here in the winter," Bette said. "They think it's too cold because it's only hi the eighties. They wait until it's a hundred."

"Oh, there's the electric man now," Sue said, looking out the window. "It was nice meeting you, and thanks for the coffee."

Bette finished her chores, watching for Sue to come outside again. Bette thought she might offer to help Sue get organized. But there was no sign of her, and the electric man's truck was still in Sue's driveway.

Bette went outside to water the plants. This was her favorite time of day, before noon, when it wasn't too hot. But as she watered the plants, a faint sound drifted to her.

At first the sound was so faint she hadn't noticed it, even though it was already affecting her. She was aware that she was getting horny, but there was nothing unusual about that – she often got horny.

Then she realized that there were low moans of sexual bliss coming from Sue's house! Bette stood still, and listened. There was no doubt about it. Sue must be fucking the electric man!

As Bette listened, goose bumps rose on her arms and legs. Her nipples became erect, and her cunt moistened. She'd heard of women fucking milkmen and mailmen and, working men, but she'd never encountered it herself. The thought that her new neighbor, a woman she had just served coffee to, would do something like that appalled her – and thrilled her, too!

Bette remembered how she had jerked off in front of the movers the day before. Wasn't that just as bad?

Now Bette heard the electric man gasping, and Sue's moans become shriller. The sounds filled Bette with lust, making her wish the electric man would come visit her next!

But she had to think of some way to ease her lust right away. She ran into the house and stood in the middle of the kitchen wondering what to do. She only came up with one solution – the usual one. Rushing to her room, she stripped and threw herself down on the bed.

Assuming her usual masturbatory position on her back with her legs spread, Bette grabbed her cunt with one hand and a tit with the other.

But as soon as she dipped a finger into her cunt she knew this wouldn't do. The sounds of Sue's moans of pleasure still echoed in her ears and the thrill of jerking off in front of the movers came back to her. No, she needed more than simple masturbation now!

She got up and wrapped her robe around her. Then she went to peer out the front window, waiting for the electric man to come out of Sue's house.

When he finally did come out and climb into his truck, Bette ran out and waved at him.

"Yoohoo," she called. "Could you come over and look at my wiring?"

He climbed out of the truck and came toward her. Bette's cunt tingled, and when she got a good look at him, it tightened. He was young and very good-looking!

"I smell something burning," Bette said. "I was afraid it was the wiring. Maybe the air conditioner is overloading a circuit or something." To herself she said, I think it's my cunt that's burning.

The man agreed to take a look, and Bette followed him into her house. He went to the utility room, sniffed at the fuse box, then went outside to look at the air conditioner. Bette followed him like a shadow.

She was desperate to fuck him but she didn't know how to give him the message. How had Sue done it? Bette wasn't used to this sort of thing – she'd never done it before.

"Everything seems all right," he said. "Where did you smell something burning?"