J Watson - Hot country wife

"What's the matter?" Buford Davis asked, casually scratching his balls through his trousers. "You seem so quiet tonight."

Judy Davis shrugged her shoulders as she finished the dishes and hung her dishtowel up to dry. She hadn't felt like talking for some reason. She felt bored and sad and she didn't understand why. That day had been no different from any other day. Her life wasn't all that exciting but it wasn't any worse than many other farmers' wives who lived in the area.

Only minutes earlier, she and her husband had enjoyed a hot after-supper fuck. Buford thought he had given his pretty red-haired wife the best fucking she'd ever had. He'd sucked on her luscious tits until they'd become swollen to almost bursting. The taut erect nipples had tasted so good. He couldn't seem to get enough of Judy's delicious tits in his mouth. The sucking and slurping as he laved and nibbled on his wife's hot tits had caused her cunt to immediately fill with hat juices. She had humped her silken hips high as she writhed to meet his powerful thrusts as he pumped his enormous cock in and out of her seething cunt.

"Is it good, Judy? Am I as good a fucker as I was when we first got married?" Buford always did his best to satisfy his hot little wife. He was sure he had made her come over and over.

But lately Judy had been feeling hot more often than ever. When Buford had finished his passionate fucking, she was still aching for more.

"Yes, honey. You're still the best husband in the world. You made me come over and over. Maybe I'm just a little tired tonight."

"Are you upset about something?" Buford asked.

"No," Judy answered.

Buford seemed to accept her answer. He took out his pipe and lit it. He was a big man and his hands nearly swallowed the small pipe. Judy was a little over half his size. Her hair was a very dark red and she wore it to her shoulders. She kept her lush figure trim by plenty of waking.

"I'm going down to the church tonight," Buford said. "We've still got some work to do on the new classroom."

"All right," Judy said.

"What are you going to do?" he asked.

"I don't know. I suppose I'll watch some television and then go to bed."

Her answer had been honest. That had been exactly what she had planned to do right up to the moment that Buford's truck disappeared down the road. Then she suddenly felt too impatient to watch television. She decided that a walk would do her good.

She put on her shawl and walked down toward the lake. It was a quiet evening and voices carried a long distance. There was no excuse for her picking the trail she did. She had already heard the girl's giggling voice and she knew some couple had parked in the woods.

She knew what she should do. She should turn back and take the route along the lake edge. Somehow she couldn't do that. She kept walking toward the sound of the voices. She didn't know what she was going to find when she got there. She only knew that her heart was pounding loudly with anticipation.

"Don," Judy heard the girl's voice clearly now.

"Don, please don't do that."

Judy kept walking. Her knees felt a little unsteady. She stopped behind some brush as she caught sight of the young boy and girl.

The boy had parked his car behind the trees. The young couple had spread a blanket on the ground and now they were lying close to one another. The girl looked about nineteen. She had red hair just like Judy's, although the girl's hair was a shade lighter. She also had Judy's lush figure. She wore a simple sweater, and a skirt that had ridden up above her shapely knees. The sight made Judy flush.

The boy was tall and dark-haired. He had one hand on the young girl's upper leg. Judy could almost feel his strong fingers gripping her own leg.

His hand slipped higher and the girl put her hand on top of his. Judy could tell that the young girl was torn between fear and excitement. Judy could see the rise and fall of the young girl's big tits beneath the tight-fitting sweater.

"Don't touch me like that," the girl pleaded.

"Ahhhh Lynn," the young man said. "You know you like it when I touch your pussy."

"I like it," Lynn admitted.

"Then let me finger-fuck you," he insisted.

She twisted away from him and sat up. Judy noticed that her round pretty face was flushed and she was gasping for breath. If the young man played his cards right he was going to fuck her.

Judy had never seen anyone so hot for it. Looking at her even made Judy get the hots.

"I think we'd better go home," Lynn said.

"Let's stay just a little while longer," Don said.

"Just a little while then," she agreed.

The girl let him push her back on the blanket once again. He started kissing her mouth and his hand went back to her knee again. Judy could see his fingers working on the creamy flesh of her upper leg and this time the girl didn't try to escape. His caressing fingers grew a little bolder. Judy saw his hand disappear up her skirt. This time the girl moaned.

"Don't," she said.

"I just want to play with your cunt, Lynn," Don said.

This time it was Judy's turn to gasp. She'd never heard that word before except in bathroom humor. For some reason it didn't seem so vulgar at that moment. It sounded exciting.

"Don't be ugly," Lynn said.

"I'm not being ugly," he said. "You know you like me to play with your cunt. You know you like me to put my finger in your panties."

"Don't, Don," she gasped. "Oh please don't!"

"You know you like it."

Don was getting bolder. He kept one hand under her skirt while he moved his other hand up to caress one of her big tits. Judy felt her own tits start to harden and swell against the front of her blouse. Her nipples started to feel itchy.

Don started tugging at the front of the girl's sweater. Judy saw the sweater slip out of the skirt and slowly inch up her white belly. In a moment Don had the sweater up around the redhead's neck and he was slipping his hand under her bra.

"I'm a nice girl," Lynn moaned. "Please don't do that. I'm a nice girl."

"I respect that," Don said. "I know you're a nice girl. I wouldn't do anything to hurt you."

Judy knew that it was getting out of hand. She knew that she should leave. It was obscene to stand there watching. But she didn't have the strength to leave. Instead she found herself reaching around and undoing her bra hooks through her thin blouse. She breathed a sigh of relief as the cups loosened around her swollen tits.

"Let me undo this," Don said.

"Stop," Lynn said, but the young girl was already too far gone to stop him. His hand slipped beneath her and expertly unhooked her bra. He jerked the bra away from her to reveal two creamy mounds. Judy could see two huge brown nipples that looked rock-hard.

"Ohhhhh," Lynn moaned.

"You're beautiful," Don told her. "You've got a really beautiful pair."

"Please stop," Lynn begged. "You're making me so crazy."

"Your tits are so beautiful."

The young girl was squirming hotly. Judy could close her eyes and she could imagine what the boy's hand was doing underneath her short skirt. It made Judy feel funny inter belly. She was tempted to do something she hadn't done since childhood. She told herself that an adult woman shouldn't have to play with herself. But the young couple made her hot. She couldn't help herself. She slid her hand into the front of her blouse and underneath the loose bra. She found her soft tit with her fingers. She cupped the mound and gave herself a gentle squeeze. She could feel a tingle going all through her body.

"I want to take your skirt off," Don pleaded with Lynn.

Lynn tugged at his hand but she didn't make him stop. He undid the buttons of her skirt and pulled it down her long legs. Judy saw that the girl's panties were already half off. She saw Don slipping his hand inside the flimsy material. Judy could actually see his fingers working.