"Hi, honey," she said in a low, husky voice. She walked over to the dresser and brushed her hair, making sure that her asscheeks bounced and wiggled provocatively under her see-through gown. She watched Kenny's reflection in the mirror.
Kenny was watching her with interest. The sheet was thrown casually over his legs and Bettylou saw it tent out sharply as she jiggled her titties and ass. She put down the brush and turned to face him.
"It's a good thing it's so early, honey," Bettylou drawled, crossing the room to turn off the light. "I've been thinking about kissing and hugging you all day!"
She slipped between the sheets and snuggled up close to him. "How about a little kiss, honey-pie?" she asked, turning her full lips up to him.
Kenny was so shocked he didn't know what to do. Bettylou had never acted like this before. Why, they hadn't even had any wine for dinner. He wondered what had gotten into her.
He supposed that she wanted to fuck, especially after he had gotten drunk last night and pretended to pass out. He guessed that he'd just have to oblige her tonight since she'd already aroused him. He'd much rather fuck one of his pretty little barmaids or secretaries. Fucking Bettylou was a drag.
Kenny lowered his lips to hers, fighting to control the distaste he felt. But Bettylou deserved a nice lay once in a while, he thought. His lips met hers and he almost pulled back in shock. Bettylou had opened her lips and he had felt her tongue probing out against his.
Kenny just couldn't believe it! Bettylou was kissing different than she usually did. He had grown used to her chaste little pecks with lips closed. This was really different.
Kenny almost asked her why she had kissed differently, but then he decided to wait and see if she told him first. He reached out to fondle her tits like he always did.
Bettylou knew just what he was going to do. He always did it exactly the same. He grabbed hold of her tits and squeezed for a little bit. Then he rolled over on top of her and pushed his cock in her cunt. That was all he did to get her excited.
That would have probably been all Bettylou would have asked for, if she hadn't learned that there was more to sex. She knew what she wanted now, and it was a hell of a lot more than getting her tits squeezed. She wanted Kenny to do all the wonderful things that she had seen Steve do. She wanted him to lick and suck her pussy like Tiffany had and she even wanted him to fuck her asshole the way Rod had fucked Tiffany's. Bettylou was turned on to sex and she was going to get more than a straight fuck tonight.
Bettylou let Kenny's hand touch her tits. Then she moved her hand carefully downward, touching her own silky thigh until she found his prick, stiff and hard. Her fingers shook a little when she touched it. It was the first time she had ever been so forward with her husband.
Kenny's cock was throbbing with power. She shivered lustily. She was going to play with her husband's cock for the first time.
Bettylou felt Kenny stiffen as she ran her fingers up and down his rigid shaft. He acted almost shocked, although Bettylou couldn't see why. She supposed that he was a little surprised that he hadn't done this before. She could hardly wait to prove how good she was at beating his cock.
She squeezed her fingers around his cock firmly and began working it up and down the way she knew would feel good.
Kenny let out a strangled cry and pushed her hand away. "Don't!" he hissed, sounding strangely mad at her for doing it.
Bettylou drew back her hand in confusion. She couldn't imagine why Kenny had done that. She was sure that it had felt good to him. She puzzled over it for a moment. Then she decided that he was just embarrassed, having her do something like that to him. It was probably too much like what he had been forced to do before he married her. He probably would prefer that she do something else, something that wouldn't remind him of his lonely bachelor days.
Bettylou smiled in the darkness. She could hardly wait to do something that would prove to Kenny, for once and for all, that she was a woman who knew her way around in bed. She was going to suck his big cock until be shot off all the way down her hot throat.
Kenny's mind was whirling. He couldn't figure out why Bettylou had started playing with his cock. He was startled. At first he thought that she had probably read about it in a magazine or something, but she did it too well for that. She acted as if someone had taught her how to do it, and he knew damn well it hadn't been him! He didn't even want to think about some guy teaching his wife how to play with a cock.
Kenny had finally gotten himself calmed down when Bettylou reached over and pulled the covers off. Suddenly she buried her head between his legs and her hot silky mouth was fastened around his stiff cock.
Kenny couldn't do anything except gasp out loud in shock. He was so surprised that he couldn't even move. He had never in a million years expected Bettylou to do anything like this.
Bettylou noticed with joy that Kenny didn't protest when she took his long cock in her hot mouth. She began fucking her mouth up and down, swiveling with her tongue and squeezing with her full, hot lips. She began to try all the sexy little tricks Tiffany had taught, her about cocksucking. She began to give Kenny the best blow-job of his life.
Kenny was frozen with shock. He had wanted Bettylou to be sexier in bed, but now that she was showing him all these kinky new tricks, he didn't know if he liked it, or not. He knew that he was being old-fashioned about the whole thing but he couldn't help it. He didn't want his wife learning new tricks from some other guy. It was all right for him to play around, but it wasn't all right for Bettylou.
He reached down and slapped her face from his cock. "Cut that out!" he hissed. He threw back the covers and jumped out of bed, hastily pulling on his clothes.
Bettylou was too surprised to do anything but stare at him in amazement. She couldn't imagine why he was getting dressed. "What are you doing?" she asked.
"I'm getting the hell out of here!" Kenny yelled. "And I'm not coming back until you start acting like my wife again and not some cheap whore!"
Bettylou's mouth was still open when she heard the car pull out of the driveway. She just couldn't believe it. Something had gone wrong and now she didn't know what to do!
Long moments passed before Bettylou managed to get up and dress. She knew that she had to do something to bring Kenny around to her way of thinking, but she needed some help. Only Tiffany could do that.
CHAPTER EIGHT
Kenny had just finished his third drink when he heard a familiar voice beside him at the bar.
"Well, hello neighbor!" Tiffany greeted him huskily. "Got time to buy me a drink?"
Kenny turned to her quickly. He gave a low wolf whistle as he saw that she was wearing a skin-tight halter top. She wasn't wearing a bra. Kenny could tell that by just looking. There was no mistaking the way her nipples were poking right out.
Kenny gave a long, shuddering sigh. He felt his cock pulse and throb in his pants. Bettylou had gotten him awfully hard while she was sucking on him, even though he hadn't wanted to admit it at the time. Now seeing his sexy neighbor aroused him again.
Kenny ordered a drink for Tiffany and another one for himself. She sat on the barstool next to him and wiggled a little closer to his arm, making sure that her tit pressed against him. Then she gave him a radiant smile.
"I'm so glad you're in here, Kenny," she said brightly. "I really don't like to go in bars alone and I really needed a drink tonight. Steve is all tied up for the evening and I was getting terribly lonesome, all alone at home."
Kenny could feel his cock twitching and pulsing. He wondered if Tiffany knew that her nipple was scraping against his arm. He was glad that he was sitting down. Just hearing that she was lonesome and feeling her nipple spike out against him had made his cock swell and ache. If he had been standing, it would have made an embarrassing bulge in the crotch of his pants.