Brad Logan - Naked horny wife

"Uh, in the hallway," Bette said, eager to keep the man, knowing she had to do something soon or he would leave her alone with her horniness.

"Well, I can't find anything wrong," be said. "If you smell it again, see if you can tell where it's coming from. Then give the company a call."

"Don't go!"

He stopped and turned around. Bette was facing him, her robe hanging open, her cunt and tits exposed.

"This must be my lucky day," he said to himself as he moved toward the naked woman. Bette held out her arms, welcoming him into her embrace.

He grabbed her roughly and pulled her to him. He kissed her hard. Bette felt a moment of fear, then melted in eager passion.

"Come to my bedroom," she whispered.

The man followed her, dropped his belt full of tools, then stripped off his clothes. Bette sank down on the bed and watched the man undress. By the time his hard prick was bared, she was panting.

He jumped onto the bed and grabbed her again. Now Bette was grabbing back with equal force. Ted was always so gentle, she thrilled to the rough style of this stranger.

As he thrust his tongue into her mouth and captured one of her tits in his hands, Bette grabbed his balls and squeezed. When she heard him moan, she let up just a bit. Meanwhile, she bit down on his strong tongue.

After kissing the man and letting him fondle her tits, she pulled her face away and looked him in the eye.

"Suck my tits!" she said.

Arching her back, she presented her tits for sucking. The man held one in each hand as he sucked them in turn. As he had done everything else, he sucked her tits with brisk eagerness.

Bette sighed happily.

As he sucked, he reached for her cunt. First he squeezed her pussy mound as though trying to crush it. Bette loved the way that felt! Then he forced his way inside, filling her with his thick fingers.

"Ohhhhh!" Bette gasped as the sensations of the man's brutish assault on her tender cunt filled her with rapture.

Rudely, he stuck his middle finger up her juice-filled pussy. His finger explored as though he were searching for contraband. When he pulled his finger out, he began to pinch her clit.

Bette's cunt had never been handled this way – and she loved it! At this rate, she would be in the grip of an orgasm soon, too soon. To avoid it she grabbed the man's wrist and yanked his hand from her cunt. Then she shoved him onto his back, his mouth popping from her tit.

"What…" be asked, surprised by her behavior.

But when he saw Bette's eyes focused so intently on his prick, he shut up. He knew what was coming, and was eager for it. But he didn't expect such a violent attack. Bette lunged her face at his cock, taking it right into her mouth. Her sharp teeth scraped roughly over his fat cockhead and she grabbed his balls again, too.

Sucking greedily, Bette made the guy squirm. She tasted the faint flavor of cunt on his prick, and realized it was Sue's. That weird added ingredient made this blow-job even more sensational.

"Oh, lady!" the man cried. "Oh-h-h!"

Bette even surprised herself as she sucked the fleshy bulb of his cock and bobbed her head up and down. But the presence of this hot prick in her mouth turned her into a desperate, hungry woman.

As much as she wanted to drink his jism, she had to feed her pussy. So when she felt his prick twitching faster, she lifted her face. Just in time, too, judging by the way he was panting.

She mounted him, bringing her cunt over his throbbing prick. She grabbed his cock with one hand, spread the lips of her cunt with the other, then lowered herself onto his cock.

"Ah-h-hhh," the man gasped as her tight cunt slid down over his prick.

Bette sat heavily on his hips, forcing his prick against the end of her pussy tunnel. For several seconds she remained like that, enjoying the fullness of his prick in her pussy. Then she began lifting and dropping her hips, sliding his prick in and out.

She leaned forward, bracing herself with her hands on the guy's chest. In that position, her cunt was rubbed by the top of his sliding shaft. Her tits hung from her chest and the man scooped them up in his hands.

Slowly at first, Bette moved her hips, sliding his prick deep into her cunt. As her lust increased, so did the speed of her fucking.

"A-a-a-a-a!" she wailed.

She watched the electric man as she fucked him. In the bright light of the room she watched him cringe in passion. He was going to come, she could tell, and she waited to feel the heat of his jism entering her.

"Hahhh!" the man cried and lifted his head from the pillow.

"O-o-o-o-o!" she moaned.

Now both of them were in mid-orgasm. The atmosphere of the room was charged with their passion, the air vibrating with their cries.

Bette's climax refused to quit. It lasted longer than any other, and she kept riding the man like a jockey on the home stretch even when his own orgasm had passed.

"Oh, oh," he gasped, hoping the woman would stop soon.

But Bette was already on her second orgasm, and there was no end in sight. Her body glistened with sweat and her mouth was dry from constant wailing. Her tits swung wildly. And still she fucked with all her might, her pleasure as intense as ever. Only when her strength was about to give out did she slow her thrusts and gradually grind to a halt.

"God, lady," the man sighed. "You must have really needed to get fucked. I never seen nothing like that!"

"Yeah! I haven't gotten laid since last night!"

Bette let herself collapse in a heap beside the man, enjoying the relaxation of satisfied passion. She was hardly aware of the man dressing, and only vaguely did she hear him say good-bye.

The next day Bette and Ted invited the Farmers over for a barbecue, and Bette spent all afternoon making hors d'oeuvres and rum cake. She just couldn't stop thinking about how Sue had fucked the electric man. Of course, she hadn't forgotten that she'd fucked him too, but she'd only done it because Sue had. She was eager to get to know Sue better. Jim interested her too, and not only for the obvious reasons. She also wanted to know if he was the jealous type.

Ted came home with a few bottles of liquor. Bette had told him to stock the liquor cabinet because she had a feeling the Farmers would appreciate it.

Everything was going well when the guests arrived at twenty after seven, fashionably late.

"Care for a cocktail?" Ted asked.

"Martinis for Sue and me," Jim said. "Del, what would you like?"

"Nothing, thanks," Del Farmer, Jim's teenaged son, said.

They sat outside as Ted, dressed in his apron with the funny sayings, played chef, moving the steaks about on the grill.

"Did you have any trouble with your electricity?" Sue asked Bette. "I saw you call the electric man in."

"No, no trouble," Bette said.

"Was there something wrong?" Ted asked, worried in his serious way.

"Oh, it was nothing Ted," Bette said. "I just wanted to have him check something out."

Bette wondered if Sue was naive enough not to know why she had invited the man in. After all, Sue had fucked him first. When she looked up, she saw Sue smiling slyly as she tilted her martini to her lips. She knew, all right, and she was enjoying the game.

"If we start on our salads now, the steaks will be done when we're ready for them," Ted announced.

Jim sat next to Bette, and Del sat across from her. As she ate her salad, Bette was aware of Del's eyes. They were dark, like his father's, and they kept wandering to the top of her low-cut halter top where her tits overflowed. The boy was handsome, and Bette felt proud that he was interested in her.

Then something bumped Bette's knee. It was Jim's knee, she realized with a start. He had let his thigh lean toward her until his knee rested against hers, and he was leaving it there! Bette stared at him, but he didn't seem to notice.