Jane Fox - The horny wives

"Oooooooh!" Lydia exclaimed happily. "There's nothing I'd like more than a good backrub." She let Betsy lead her into the master bedroom.

"Just strip off those clothes and slip into this housecoat," Betsy instructed. "You don't want any tight clothing on to distract from the rubdown. I'll get the lotions and give you a rubdown just like they do in the massage parlors." Betsy left the room and Lydia quickly got into the silk dressing gown she had provided. It felt good on her skin, so light and thin that it felt like she was wearing nothing at all.

Betsy came into the room carrying a vial of perfumed lotion. She couldn't suppress her smile of satisfaction when she saw that Lydia had put on the dressing gown. That was going to make her seduction so much easier! Betsy sat beside Lydia on the bed and poured out a small amount of the oil in her hands.

"This is special strawberry body oil," she told Lydia. "Now just relax, Lydia. I'm sure you'll enjoy this," she said soothingly. "I promise not to do anything you won't like. Trust me!"

Lydia relaxed as Betsy's expert fingers traveled lightly over her skin, creating waves of delicious sensation in her young, smooth body. Soon Lydia was floating on a cloud, deliciously relaxed, aware of nothing but Betsy's expertly stroking hands and fingers and the delicious sensations she was feeling.

"OOOoooh, I love it! Your fingers know exactly what they're doing. Oooooooh, Betsy!" Lydia exclaimed in a low, sexy voice, almost driving Betsy out of her skin with pleasure at being so appreciated. Betsy smiled and continued to rub and stroke Lydia's smooth, supple body. She knew that Lydia was hers for the taking!

Sam Dillon drove towards the small suburban development of Oakwood with sadness. A couple of years ago he would have loved to have gotten home early. Betsy would have been waiting for him with a martini and they would have probably ended up screwing right there on the living-room rug. Lately though, Sam wasn't getting much out of sex with Betsy. Oh, it was good, of course.

Betsy was a great lay. Sam guessed he needed variety, though, or at least something different! Nothing was exciting any more. He knew exactly what Betsy liked and could judge her response in advance to anything that he might do in bed. He loved Betsy, but fucking her had just gotten to be old hat.

Sam pulled up in front of the house, wishing that something exciting would happen, just once. Then he let himself into the house quietly, just in case Betsy should be sleeping. He didn't see her in the kitchen so he headed for the bedroom, tiptoeing quietly so as not to wake her if she was napping.

Sam quietly opened the bedroom door a crack and gasped in shock as he caught sight of his wife Betsy, massaging Lydia's body. At first Sam was too shocked to do anything except stare at the scene before his eyes in astonished fascination. The more he watched, the more he decided that he should definitely not make his presence known. This little scene was just the excitement he had been craving! He could feel his limp cock stir in his pants and grow to outrageous proportions. He didn't know exactly what Betsy and Lydia were doing, but it was certainly turning him on! He rubbed his hard, long cock quietly and stared at the scene right in front of his eyes, sweat dripping from his forehead.

Betsy rolled Lydia over on her back gently, noticing that Lydia didn't protest one bit. Lydia seemed perfectly content to let Betsy do anything she wanted to her. Betsy coated her hands with the sweet-smelling lotion and placed them on Lydia's beautiful, lush titties. Then she massaged and kneaded the delicate flesh with her palms and her fingertips. Lydia moaned in delight. Betsy's fingers felt like feathers, brushing over her hot, quivering titties with light, wonderful touches.

"Oooooooh," she moaned again softly, moving her hips instinctively.

She was lost in a dream of sensuous feeling. She wanted Betsy to go on and on, rubbing her whole body with the delicately scented cream, making her float in a delightful dream of titillating delights.

Sam could scarcely contain himself. He had never seen anything that made him so horny! The afternoon sun shimmered and glinted on Lydia's beautiful body, bathing her in a warm golden glow. She looked almost like a Goddess, she was so beautiful. Her expression was one of complete rapture. Sam longed to touch her golden body and have that delicate, peaceful expression on her pretty face turn to one of lust for him! He slipped his hand to his huge, protruding cock and silently unzipped his pants. He let his massive shaft burst free to throb and pulse in the warm, still afternoon air. He made up his mind to stay right there and not move a muscle, waiting for the girls to really get it on. If he knew Betsy, she had more in mind than just a backrub. He had heard some of those tales of that boarding school she had gone to and he knew that the girls learned a hell of a lot more than books there! He could hardly wait to see his beautiful wife in action.

Betsy ran her smoothly stroking hands down Lydia's glistening body, rubbing and stroking gently. She massaged Lydia's waist and hips with flowing skill until Lydia was quivering and shaking with delight.

"You're so beautiful!" Betsy whispered, letting her hands travel even lower. They were headed straight towards Lydia's fluffy golden beaver and Lydia caught her breath in suspense and anticipation.

Oh, no! The hands had passed by her aching pussy! Lydia trembled with suppressed frustration. She wanted Betsy's hands on her pussy, twining in and out of her golden muff, touching her most private parts with those same light, fleeting touches that she loved so well.

Betsy knew just what she was doing. She passed Lydia's waiting cunt purposefully, without touching, concentrating on every part of Lydia's body except her quivering cunt-mound. She heard Lydia gasp as her hands slid to her thighs, missing completely that one part of her body that ached for her light, provocative touch. Lydia's pussy felt like it was burning up! She could scarcely stand it. She knew now that she wanted Betsy's gentle, skillful fingers on her pretty, moist cunt, too!

Sam watched with undivided attention. He knew exactly what Betsy was doing now. He had done it many times himself, seducing women he had slept with. Betsy was purposely avoiding any real sexual caress, heightening the sensations in Lydia's throbbing cunt, making her body beg for touches on her beautiful pussy, driving Lydia out of her mind with lustful desires! He gripped his long, aching cock tightly and watched with horny eagerness.

Lydia swallowed with difficulty. She was so horny she could hardly stand it. She wanted Betsy's hands on her pussy so badly, she didn't know if she could stand it another moment without screaming in agony. Surely Betsy could read her mind and she wouldn't have to say the words that would cause her so much embarrassment!

Betsy knew what sort of quandary Lydia was going through. She wasn't about to make it easier for her horny neighbor, though. If Lydia wanted her to touch her golden beaver, she was going to have to ask for it! Betsy gave a small, secret smile of satisfaction as she continued to stroke and pet Lydia's body. She knew full well what was going on in her friend's mind and in her body. She let Lydia build up to the point of no return, waiting patiently for the words that would let her do what she wanted to do to Lydia's lovely body!

Finally Lydia reached the pinnacle of passion. She had to be touched! If Betsy didn't touch her hot, throbbing pussy, she would surely die of frustration! Her pussy demanded the same kind of attention that Betsy was giving to the rest of her quivering body. She felt her sweet cunt swell and throb, begging for release.

"Please!" she cried softly. "I've never felt like this in my whole life! Please! Touch me there, Betsy. I just can't stand it if you don't. Touch my pussy! Please!"