Jane Fox - The horny wives

"Of course not," Henry assured her. "I'll go tell Sam right away."

Betsy giggled at Henry's retreating back. "You're going to get one hell of a surprise when you get me to my house, Henry!" she murmured. She could hardly wait to get her twitching pussy into action. By the time she was through with Henry, he'd know how to use a cock!

Fifteen minutes later Henry was gently laying her body on the bed. Betsy had pretended to pass out in the car so that Henry was forced to carry her in the house. But Betsy had noticed that Henry held her a little too tightly for pure neighborliness. She wondered if Henry was going to try to undress her and put her to bed. He was a little too shy for that sort of thing, though. She would probably, have to help him along a bit.

"Where am I?" she said, in a soft little voice. Henry leaned over her. "You're home, Betsy. You had a little too much to drink and I brought you home. I'll stay with you for a while if you like. Do you need anything?"

"Yes, Henry," Betsy replied. "I need to get out of this tight dress. It's making me sick to my stomach. Can you unzip me?"

She managed to get to her feet and stand in front of the closet door with her back to the full-length mirror on the opposite wall.

Henry walked slowly over to her and then he swallowed noisily. He quickly pulled down the zipper and stared at her smooth, white back. He swallowed again, uncomfortably.

Betsy turned around and pulled the top off her shoulders and uncovered her firm, perky nipples for just an instant before covering them up with her hands once again.

"Oh, goodness!" she said. "I shouldn't be undressing like this in front of you. Turn your head, Henry, and don't peek!"

Henry choked out some sort of response and obediently turned his head. Henry could no longer see Betsy but he could see her reflection in the large, full-length mirror.

Betsy watched Henry's expression change when he saw her reflection in the mirror. His eyes flashed and then they went wide with pleasure. He gasped slightly and his breathing quickened. She could even see the way his cock began to grow and fill up the front of his pants. Henry was getting a real charge out of watching her undress.

Henry pushed at his hard cock and tried to hide the bulge it made in his pants. It was useless, though. It was just too big and hard to hide!

Betsy's titties popped up as she lowered the front of her dress again. Her little brown nipples pouted at the end of her full, little titties and winked at Henry, who was staring at her reflection as hard as he could.

Betsy pushed the tight red dress down until it cleared her hips and slithered into a pile of red satin at her feet. Now she was dressed only in her golden pantyhose. The pantyhose fit her like a second skin. It cupped and caressed the quivering mounds of her creamy ass-cheeks and it swelled gently over her smooth pussy. Betsy saw Henry gasp in shock as he realized that her pussy was bare.

Betsy's naked, bald pussy showed clearly through her thin pantyhose. Henry could feast his eyes on her moist pink pussy-lips all sweet and soft.

Henry's cock swelled to mammoth proportions. It throbbed. It stuck out so far that Henry was afraid he was going to split open his pants. He had never seen a nude pussy before, and the sight excited him greatly. Betsy looked just like a little teen-age virgin and Henry wanted to sink his hard, aching cock in her sweet little pussy. He took a deep breath. It just wouldn't do to have such lewd thoughts. After all, Betsy was Marylou's friend! And he'd never been unfaithful to Marylou before!

"You can turn around now, Henry, and help me into bed," Betsy called out.

Henry tuned around and let out a little gasp of shock. Betsy was standing right in front of him, completely naked. She had slipped off her pantyhose while he was turning around. She held out her arms to him.

"You're going to have to help me get to bed, Henry," she said smiling at him innocently. "I just can't walk that far without tripping."

Henry walked over to her and took her by the arm, intending to lead her to the bed. Betsy purposefully tripped so that Henry had to catch her to keep her from falling.

"Oooooh! You'd better carry me, Henry!" she said, shaking her head. "I just don't seem to be able to keep my balance!"

Henry lifted her into his arms and laid her on the bed. His hands lingered around her and his face turned red. He straightened up suddenly.

"I guess I'd better go now, Betsy," he stammered. He made a move towards the door.

"Stop right there, Henry!" Betsy shouted in a clear voice. Her eyes held a sultry, sexy look and she reduced him to a stammering, red-faced boy. "You can't just walk out on me, Henry. If you walk out right now, you're going to make me feel bad. You're going to give me a complex. You wouldn't want to do that, would you?"

"What? I don't know wh-what you're talking about, Betsy," he stammered, a slow, burning blush covering his face. He swallowed hard.

"You're going to make me think that you don't like me!" Betsy replied. "You've been looking at my hard, little nipples all evening and you just got a big hard-on looking at me in the mirror, watching me undress. You made me think that you liked me. And now you want to leave! Aren't I good enough for you, Henry?"

Henry turned beet-red. "Of course you're good enough for me, Betsy," he retorted, half choking on the words. "I want you all right, but I've never been unfaithful to Marylou before."

He broke off, confused. Betsy was so beautiful and he bet that she'd be a really good fuck. He really wanted to fuck someone besides Marylou. He was tired of being good old careful, respectable Henry. He wanted to cut loose and do all those wild things that he'd only read about but had always wanted to try. He didn't think that he could ever do that with Marylou. She would be shocked, he was sure! Marylou expected him to be a gentleman and gentlemen didn't do naughty thing like lick ladies' pussies!

"Oh, I wouldn't worry about Marylou, Henry," Betsy said, coaxing him closer to the bed with her words. "Marylou already told me that it was all right! She doesn't mind, as long as you let her fuck with Sam! How about it, Henry? Are you game for a little naughty fun?"

Henry thought quickly. Somehow the idea of Marylou fucking someone else didn't really matter all that much to him any more. He guessed that she might need some variety, too. Besides, maybe Sam would teach her some new tricks that he could appreciate later.

"You bet I'm game!" Henry hollered and fell on Betsy's body with a whoop.

"Hold it, Henry!" Betsy commanded. "Now, if you want to fuck me, you have to do it my way! Now stand up and let me look at you."

Henry obeyed. Whatever kind of fucking Betsy wanted, he would be happy to oblige. He had a feeling that Betsy would be a very good teacher!

Betsy stood beside Henry and moved forward until her hairless cunt-mound was cupping Henry's hard, throbbing prick. She swayed her ass back and forth, making her cunt-mound rub against his hard cock.

"Mmmmmm, that's good," Betsy sighed, leaning against his body, rubbing her tits and cunt all over his front. "You can hold my ass in your hands, Henry. Feel how nice and bouncy it is!"

Henry's hands slid around her back slowly and hesitantly. It was almost as if Henry had trouble believing his good fortune. His hands moved towards her round ass-cheeks. He palmed them in his hands. He slid his hands up and down her creamy globes and then he squeezed very gently.

"Oooooh! That's really nice, Henry!" Betsy encouraged him. "You should do that to Marylou sometimes. I have a feeling she'd really like that. Play with my ass some more, Henry. I really like that!"

Henry didn't hesitate this time. He thrust his hands around her ass-cheeks and cupped her bouncy spheres tightly, kneading them, playing with them, running his hands all over Betsy's ass.