Brad Logan - Naked horny wife

As soon as they were alone, Bette and Jim looked at each other. They were both smiling.

"Come on!" Jim said as he held out his hand toward Bette.

She grabbed his hand, and he pulled her to her feet. They slipped out the front door and ran across the gravel on the front yard.

As they scurried to Jim's house, he began grabbing her ass again. And as soon as they were in his living room, he embraced her and kissed her.

"Shit, I forgot about Del," Jim said.

Jim ran across the room and peeked down the hallway leading to the bedrooms. When he came back, he told her Del was watching television and wouldn't know if there was an earthquake.

"Hurry!" Bette hissed as Jim unbuckled his pants.

As soon as his pants were down, Bette hiked up her skirt and welcomed the man's prick into her crotch. He pressed her up against the wall and reached for her cunt.

"Ohhh!" Bette sighed as she felt him maneuvering his prick into her cunt.

He got the big knob of his prick between her cunt lips, then bent his knees to attack from just the right angle. Expertly, he pressed his cock high up Bette's flowing passage.

"A-h-h-h!" she cried.

Jim began pumping his prick. Bette hung around his neck and lifted her legs around his body. He helped, but when she had her legs wrapped around his hips, he reached for her tits. Sliding his hands into her halter top, he captured her bare tits and hugged them tightly.

Using his knees and hips, Jim plowed his thick cock up Bette's cunt with a steady and powerful beat. They sounded like a couple of steam engines as they puffed and gasped, trying not to attract Del's attention by crying out.

"Oh, Jim!" Bette whispered. "Fuck me! Fuck me!"

Jim covered Bette's mouth with his own and added his tongue to the stimulation he was giving her passion. Then, unable to caress her tits any longer as he kissed her, Jim reached for Bette's ass. Grabbing an ample cheek in each hand, he helped support her weight, letting her move her hips more freely and giving her the pleasure of having her ass held.

Bette felt the first stirrings of a climax. Now she didn't care what happened. As long as she felt the thrill of coming, nothing else in the world mattered.

Jim was going to come too. Bette loved the way he was groaning into her mouth as he kept his tongue wagging in there.

So, struggling to keep their sounds of passion down while they let their lust rage, the two fuckers worked hard and desperately.

"You okay?" Jim whispered when his own orgasm was over.

"Yeahhhh!" Bette sighed. She appreciated a man who cared about her satisfaction. "We'd better get back."

"Don't you think we might be interrupting something if we go back too soon?" Jim asked as he let Bette get her feet back down on the floor.

"What do you mean?"

Jim pulled his cock from her cunt and reached dawn for his pants. Bette smoothed her skirt down. She really didn't have to be told what Jim had meant, but where did he get the idea that Ted was going to take this opportunity to make a play for Sue? Unless, Sue…

"Do you think they would?" Bette asked. "They think we're still in the living room waiting for them."

"You're probably right," Jim said.

They walked back over to Bette's house, she and Jim talked in loud voices about the neighborhood. But when they went in, they found Ted and Sue sitting innocently on the couch. Ted was telling her about the dangers of inflation.

"Where were you two?" Ted asked mildly. We were about to send out the bloodhounds.

"I wanted her opinion about our dining room set," Jim said. "Sue wants a new set, but I think the one we have is better than anything she'll find anywhere."

"I know what you mean," Ted said. "Bette was just talking about a new bedroom set. I like the one we have."

Jim only nodded. Bette sat down again, trying to make sure she didn't have a tit sticking out or any jism running down her legs.

"I think we'd better get going," Sue said. "I'm getting sleepy."

Jim and Sue raved about the meal, thanked their hosts profusely, then left.

"Strange girl, that Sue," Ted said as they cleaned up. "I thought she was trying to seduce me or something. Imagine, with you and Jim liable to come in at any moment."

"You mean it would be all right if she tried to seduce you while I was out of town?" Bette said.

"Oh! No! No, of course not," he stammered, looking serious again.

"Ted, let's fuck!" Bette said. "We can clean up tomorrow."

"What did you think of the electric man?" Sue asked Bette.

"What about him?" Bette said.

"Okay, be that way," Sue said with a twinkle in her eye.

The women were sitting on Sue's patio drinking coffee. Bette wanted to level with Sue about fucking the electric man, but she was afraid to begin talking about fucking since she'd just fucked Jim the night before. It would be terrible if Sue found out about that. "How about going to Mesa to see that woman who makes drapes?" Sue said. "Will you help me measure my windows?"

"Sure, gladly," Bette said.

So the women set to work. They measured all the windows in the house, climbing up on chairs and stretching a tape measure across each window.

They got into Sue's Jaguar and headed for the freeway. Sue's driving scared Bette at first, but Bette soon realized that although Sue drove fast and loose, she wasn't reckless. Bette relaxed and enjoyed the exhilaration of speed and freedom.

In the drapery shop they looked at bolts of material. But Sue couldn't pick out any that she was sure she liked enough. The woman offered to bring some samples to Sue's house to show her so she could see them as they would look with her furniture.

Then the women were on the road again.

An old Chevy passed them. The two young boys in the front seat turned to grin at the women.

Bette was amazed when Sue pressed dawn on the accelerator, making the Jag leap forward. It seemed so childish to race those young kids. But as the sleek maroon Jag began catching the bright-red Chevy, Bette did feel the excitement of competition. And when the Jag passed the Chevy, Bette enjoyed the victory.

The Chevy caught them and passed. Again, Sue pushed down on the gas. Glancing at the speedometer, Bette watched the needle climb quickly to one hundred. She wanted to pass the kids in the Chevy, too, and her nervousness was overshadowed by excitement.

"That old junker goes pretty fast," Sue said as the Chevy began to pull alongside.

The women looked at the boys in the Chevy. They both wore a look of determination as they hoped to pass the Jag. Sue let them come alongside, but didn't let them pass.

Sue looked at the boys beside her. Then her foot moved down on the accelerator again, and the Jag walked away from the Chevy. Bette was amazed.

Sue's head went back as she laughed merrily. They were going about a hundred and fifteen, faster than Bette had ever traveled in a car.

Suddenly, Sue lifted her foot and the Jag slowed to sixty. It felt as though they could get out and run alongside the car at that speed.

Once again the boys in the Chevy pulled beside them. Now when the women looked, they saw the boys sticking out their tongues and fluttering them in a cunt-lapping motion.

"Don't you wish," Sue said through the windows, pronouncing the words slowly so the boys could read her lips.

The boy in the passenger seat began wiggling around as though he were pulling his pants down. That's exactly what he was doing, the girls discovered when he stuck his bare ass out the window at them.

"Oh my God!" Bette said. "DO you believe this?"

But Sue only laughed. The boy withdrew his ass from the window and replaced it with his grinning face.

"Hey!" he yelled. "Fuck us. Come on!"

"Should we?" Sue asked Bette.