Brad Logan - Naked horny wife

"You're in real estate, Bette tells me," Ted said to Jim. "Good field these days."

"Yes, it is," Jim said. "Fortunes are being made every day, especially out here. Fabulous. And every bad winter in the north makes business better."

Bette was surprised at the way Jim could talk business with Ted while playing with her knee under the table. But when she felt Jim's hand on her thigh, she almost jumped up.

Now Jim turned to her and smiled warmly as his fingers pressed into her thigh. She wanted to smile back since she really was enjoying his attention but she could only stare at him, shocked at his boldness.

."Great investment opportunities here, Ted," Jim said. "Let me know if you want to make some money. I'll put you on to something good."

As he spoke, Jim took his hand away from Bette's leg, cut his steak, then grabbed Bette's thigh again, this time higher, closer to her leaking cunt.

Bette looked at Ted to see if he had any idea what was going on. But Ted was merely munching his steak, his brows knitted with concentration.

"Isn't the building boom about over here?" Ted asked. "There doesn't seem to be much room left."

"Over in Golden Valley," Jim said. "I'm dealing with some men about a mall. That's where the big bucks are – malls."

In spite of herself, Bette had slipped down in her chair, bringing her crotch closer to Jim's hand. If she could, she would have dragged his hand right into her crotch. But even Ted would notice that, not to mention Sue and Del.

Bette was wearing a billowing skirt. And Jim began dragging it up. Over her knees it rose, then to mid-thigh. Now Jim's fingertips were playing over the tender flesh inside Bette's thighs.

"More wine?" Ted asked as he passed the bottle to Jim.

Jim casually lifted his hand from Bette's thigh, took the wine, filled his glass and Bette's, then grabbed her thigh again.

Bette was having a ball! The martini before dinner and the wine now eased her mind and left it open to the thrill of playing with Jim. She dropped her hand to her own lap, then moved it to his thigh. Again he turned his face to hers and smiled.

Bette looked around the table to see if anyone was wondering why Jim was smiling at her, but everybody was too busy eating to notice.

When they finished dinner, Bette got up to clear the table and bring out the dessert. In the state of lust Jim had brought her to, even the material of her skirt swishing around her legs excited her. She wanted to tickle herself into ecstasy, but decided it would be more fun to continue the game with Jim then, later, take out her yearnings on Ted.

"Uh, my mother said I should bring these in," Del said, making Bette jump.

She turned to see Del with a pile of dishes in his hands. He was a tall, good-looking boy, lanky and slim.

"Thanks," Bette said. "Just put them on the counter."

As soon as Del left, when Bette was on her way out with the rum cake, Jim came in.

"Let me give you a hand with that," he said too loudly. Then, quieter, "I think Sue's on to us. That's why she sent Del in before I could get to you."

He took the cake with one hand and grabbed Bette's ass with the other. Leaning close, he gave her a quick kiss on the ear. Relieved of the cake, Bette went back for the brandy. She needed some!

Back on the patio, everyone had pulled their chairs back as they sipped their brandy, Jim and Bette could no longer reach each other's thigh. They had to make do with tickling each other's ankles with their feet. But even this trifling play kept Bette's lust rising.

"It's getting a little bit cold out here," Ted said. "Should we go inside?"

"You call this cold?" Sue asked.

"You see what happens when you come to Arizona?" Bette said. "As soon as it gets below eighty you feel chilly."

They all agreed to go inside, however, except for Del, who excused himself and went home.

"Grown-ups bore him," Jim explained. "He prefers television."

They went into the living room. Bette brought a bowl of fruit and more brandy. While she was in the kitchen, on a sudden whim, she reached under her skirt and pulled off her panties.

Now, as they sat around nibbling fruit and sipping brandy, Bette began to tease Jim with views of her creamy thighs. They sat near each other but on separate sections of the couch. Ted and Sue sat opposite from Bette, so by facing Jim, she could give him views without letting the others see.

At first, she put one bare foot on the coffee table and spread her thighs just enough to give Jim a teasing peak. When she saw his thick eyebrows rise, she knew he could see her naked cunt.

"With interest rates so high," Jim was saying, "it's important to get as much seed money as possible."

He was a cool character, Bette thought as he continued talking about business with Ted while admiring the view of her cunt.

"Let's not talk about business," Sue said.

"What would you like to talk about?" Jim asked his wife.

"Anything but business," Sue said. "Did we tell, you we're having a pool put in? Tell them about it, dear."

Jim began describing the pool he wanted. As he did, Bette took one of the yellow grapes she'd been languidly dropping into her mouth, and brought it beside her thighs, hidden from Ted and Sue, but visible to Jim. As he watched, still talking about swimming pools, Bette moved the grape below her raised thigh toward her cunt.

She watched Jim's face. He struggled to continue talking and looked over at Ted and Sue occasionally so they wouldn't see that his interest was fixed on Bette's crotch.

Bette made sure the way was clear for Jim's eyes. Then, when he looked back toward her cunt, she slowly inserted the grape.

Jim cleared his throat, looked at the other two briefly, and continued talking about the pool. It wasn't easy for him to talk clearly now, but it served him right, Bette thought. After all, he'd started it.

She kept the tip of her finger tucked into her cunt, rolling the grape around. Once, she almost lost it up her pussy, but she reached in and pried it out. When the grape had warmed to body temperature and was well lubed, she let it slip from her pussy.

"Have some grapes, Jim?" she said as she lifted the bowl of fruit and handed it to him.

As he took the bowl, she slipped the special grape into his hand. He took it, pulled a few more grapes out of the bowl then passed the bowl to Sue.

When Jim sat back again, Bette watched him roll the warmed grape in his fingers. Then he popped it into his mouth, sucked it then squeezed it between his teeth, letting the juice ooze between his lips.

"Delicious!" he said.

"Bette and I have thought about getting a pool," Ted was saying. "Maybe if we have one put in when you do we can get a better price."

"Yes, good idea," Jim said, smacking his lips.

Bette noticed that Jim had one hand in his crotch. The shape of his stiff prick was obvious under the material of his well tailored slacks. His fingers were scratching the lump.

If Bette could have been alone with Jim for five minutes, she would have fucked him. In her advanced state of arousal, that's all it would take. She was sure Jim felt the same way so she fought the effects of the alcohol fuzzing her brain, and plotted her strategy.

"You'll probably be looking for drapes," she said to Sue. "There's a woman over in Mesa who does beautiful work. We just had our bedroom done. Come on, I'll show you."

Sue stood up, but when Bette rose, she only got halfway up before she cried out and dropped back down.

"Ow! I've got a terrible cramp in my leg," she said as she kneaded her calf. "Ted, you take Sue to see the drapes. I have to get rid of this cramp?"

"Can I do anything to help?" Ted asked, playing the worried husband.

"No. It'll be fine in a minute," Bette said. "Come on, Ted," Sue said. "You can show me the drapes."