"There's no fun," she chuckled, "in seeing a show like this with your own husband."
Bette looked at Don and was surprised in a way to see the look of eagerness on his face as he looked at the luscious Cindy. What the hell, she thought, what was sauce for the goose was pretty tasty. Besides the sudden memory of how Greg's half hard cock had felt more then appeased her feelings.
They had just taken their seats when the lights went out, all but the lights on the stage.
Bette felt Greg's arm slide around her shoulder, his hand resting just above the upper swell of her tit. Her heart beat faster when she felt his leg rub against hers and then remain knee to knee. The wine pervaded her with a warm, pleasant glow and she nestled against the handsome Greg.
In the center of the stage there was a long, low and wide couch covered with a deep red satin sheet. A beautiful dark haired girl wearing a sheer filmy negligee came out to stand beside the couch. Smiling, she faced the audience and then slowly let the negligee slip off her body and to the floor.
"Boy, what a pair of tits she has," Greg muttered in her ear. Bette smiled at his expression but he was right. The girl did have a beautiful pair of tits. They were full, rounded and firm, twin mountains of creamy white flesh topped with broad deep red aureoles and the nipples were thick and fully a half inch long. Her body was voluptuously shaped with smoothly rounded hips, long slim legs and a thick luxuriant growth of hair around her cunt. Her ass was firm and provocatively rounded, forming a completely enticing picture of sheer sensuality.
Picking up a magazine, the girl stretched out on the bed and began reading it. As she read, the girl let one hand slide slowly and teasingly across those full tits, rubbing and stroking them until the nipples looked like twin spires of deep red. Her hand moved down over her body, to her smooth fleshed thighs and then lightly across that furry snatch.
Bette could see the thick dark nipples of the girl's tits grow even longer and thicker as the girl's hand lifted to gently caress those hillocks of tempting whiteness once more. Her long, red tipped fingers lifted those swollen white orbs, then dropped them. As they came to a quivering halt, her fingertips teased the nipples into even greater erectness. Her long legs slowly spread and from where they were sitting, all four could look right up and into the girl's pink-lipped, hair-lined pussy.
"And that's not bad either," she heard herself whisper to Greg who chuckled. Bette could feel herself getting hot as she watched the girl on the bed. I'm becoming a regular voyeur, she thought. First Cindy and now this girl.
The fact that the man beside her whose knee was gently rubbing against hers was not her husband, that they were watching a beautiful naked girl playing with herself added to her rising delight of lustful excitement. The exciting display of the girl's naked cunt, combined with the champagne and Greg's nearness was beginning to get to her.
Greg's knee moved in soft little circles against hers and she felt her breath catch in her throat when his hand slid down a bit more, the fingertips resting on the swelling curves of her tit and pressing in against the soft flesh gently.
"Look at her now," Greg breathed in her ear, "she must be reading a real hot book."
The girl, her cunt aimed directly at them, was writhing sexily on the bed. Her ass rose and fell in slow undulating motions of pagan passion. Bette could feel her own pussy throb and unconsciously her own hips began to move as the warm trickle of fluids seeped from between the twitching lips of her cunt.
Looking over, she saw that Don's hand was down inside the gaping front of Cindy's dress and she could see his fingers moving as he kneaded those big rounded globes. His other hand was sliding back and forth along Cindy's bare thigh, her dress pushed halfway up to her waist. Raising her eyes, she looked at Cindy. The pretty blonde had a look of sensual excitement similar to the expression Bette had seen on her face earlier that day when she was about to get fucked by her dog Sultan.
"They really seem to be having a ball," she heard Greg whisper in her ear as his hand moved down until it was cupped directly over her one swollen mound. Bette tensed then relaxed, enjoying the feel of a strange man's hand on her body, his strong fingers gently fondling the soft, yielding flesh. The tingling in her cunt grew stronger as Greg found and pulled on the tender, erect nipple.
Turning, she looking back at the stage. On the bed, the girl was caressing herself all over, her voluptuous body writhing and tossing lasciviously as her fingers stroked up and down along the soft flesh of her puff-mouthed cunt. They could see the girl's finger rubbing against the pink folds and heard her harsh irregular breathing as she slid one finger in and out of that now hot, moist slit. Her legs lifted straight up in the air then slowly spread wide apart.
Bette gasped when the wet mouth of the girl's cunt was pulled apart to reveal the pink glistening flesh between her legs. Breathing hard, Bette stared as the girl reached down to those hair covered pink folds and slowly pull them apart until the shiny pink interior of her cunt was completely revealed. There was a trickle of white juices running from that pink-mouthed orifice that pulsed hungrily. They could see the inner muscles of her cunt contracting rhythmically and realized that the girl was doing it deliberately.
Holding her cunt lips apart with one hand, the girl slid a finger of her other hand deep into the yawning pussy to rub and caress her elongated and thick clitoris.
Bette felt Greg's fingers dig into the soft flesh of her tit as the sensuous actions of the sexy female on the bed got to both of them. The sight of those long red enameled fingers rubbing back and forth across that rosebud of sensitivity, sliding in and out of her wet, slippery snatch, sliding up and down along the smooth flesh of her cunt, had Bette panting with desire.
Her cunt was sopping wet now as breathlessly, she watched the girl fingerfuck herself, her ass rising and falling in cadence with the in and out motions of her finger slipping between those soft, shiny wet flaccid lips. A gasp came from Bette when she saw the girl add a second finger, then a third to the one that was working in and out of her twat, pushing the three of them deep inside that enveloping cunt, creating a wet sucking sound each time she pulled her fingers out.
Bette was on fire with lustful anticipation and the heat of her own lusts as she stared wide-eyed at the girl on the bed squirming and contorting frantically with uncontrollable passion as she drove those three fingers in and out of her cunt faster, her fingers disappearing to the knuckles in that wet hungry cunt.
The sounds, the very wet suctioning exciting sounds as the girl's fingers fairly flew back and forth in her pussy, had Bette almost out of her mind with primitive desire. Her head swam as she saw the girl fuck herself to a climax, her hand beating a savage erotic tattoo against the wet, juicy, lathered slit, her cries of exquisite rapture filling the room.
Suddenly, from the side of the stage, a huge German Shepherd walked across the stage to sit beside the couch. It was a long moment before the girl looked over and saw him. When she did, the rapid in and out motions of her hand slowed then stopped completely. A smile of eager sensual anticipation flitted across her lust contorted features as she looked down at the huge animal.
The girl's hand pulled away from her well lubricated snatch and rose to her mouth. She smelled her fingers that were coated with her come juices, licked at them for a moment then held her hand out toward the dog, calling to him to come to her.
Wriggling down on the couch, the girl moved forward until her ass and cunt were right at the edge of the couch, her feet on the floor. She drew her knees up so that the soles of her feet rested on the edge of the couch, then pushed them wide open.