Bad Girl Betty’s Blog

I am sure one of the reasons is because we have better material for our clothing. Sure, you may have some nice stuff, but can you really wear all silk and get away with it? Do you have satin dress shirts? HA What if you are a blue-collar worker? The opportunity is even less, then. Lace with your construction boots? Probably not…

So, when a sexy guy calls me ( 1-800-TO-FLIRT, ext. 01741105) and wants to dress up in My panties, or go shopping for his own bra, I am 100% all for it! I love touching your hard hairy body through the silk- and if we can shave you nice and smooth, it’s going to feel even better. Can you imagine my hand stroking you through the soft satin panties as you begin to throb? I love that….don’t you?

What is even more fun is the boy who doesn’t know how good these things feel until I wrap his shaft in satin and stroke it, taking him so close, then sliding those panties on him before I go any further. Sliding my stockings up his legs….Fastening my bra over his hard little nipples…and him just going crazy with the feeling…

Give me a call, sweetie, and lets play in the lingerie!

Betty

Mmmmm, I am always so excited when my husband gets home from one of his seemingly endless long business trips. I have told many of my callers about our relationship and the fact that we both know we have secret one-night stands since we are apart so often, but when we both know we will be together, we try to top each other with a surprise that goes beyond our normal mutual horniness. He got back just last night and I was ready and waiting in some new hot lingerie and wanted to catch him off guard with some bondage once I got him in my clutches, but I must admit that he was way ahead of me this time in the erotic shock and awe of the moment.

I heard him come in at about midnight, about an hour later than I expected him, so I just guessed his plane was running a tad late. I was waiting for him, all sprawled out on the bed in a sexy hot pink bustier and boy short panties, enhanced by some black fishnet stockings and my feathery six-inch slipper heels, but was very pleasantly surprised when he strolled into our bedroom with some old friends, two of my old sexy model friends from college. I could tell that it was going to be a totally wild foursome just by the smile on my hubby’s face. No words needed to be said. That’s the great thing about being happily married with a great and open sex life. You just know each other almost telepathically.

Mmmmm, I can’t wait to tell you all about it in my next post or just call me on Niteflirt right now to get ALL of the details!

I know what you want. My panties make you crazy with desire, even jealousy, for being so close to my clean-shaven bit of wet pink. Perhaps, if you are good, I will sit you down and stand in front of you while I slowly tease off my mini-skirt. “Mmmmm,” you hum to yourself, thinking about how much closer you are to my sweetly fragrant black, lacy g-strings, perfectly wrapped around my supple round hips. Wait, I want to take off my push-up bra first and smile at you as I lick my fingers and massage my nipples until they get hard.

I step even closer as I slide my red fingernails down my flat tummy and sneak my pinkies underneath my waistband. I turn and gently slip my g-strings down an inch and then bring them back up, tucked snugly in the sensual fold of my crack. I turn around and face you again, and bring my panties down further, almost revealing what you can’t wait to taste, let alone even see. I show you my hot ass again, this time letting the delicate fabric fall to my knees, dramatically, as I run my fingernails all over my perfect cheeks. I rub my smooth, stocking-encased legs together and let the g-strings fall to my feet. I raise them up with the tip of my shoe, pluck them off with two fingers, and hang them above your head for a few moments before letting them fall softly about your cheeks, mouth and nose. You close your eyes, deeply inhale my scent from the wet spot, and I grin with satisfaction as I admire how well my panties fit on your face. Now, you are mine.

My feminine power has made you sweetly dizzy with desire for the moment when I will let your lips envelop my silky pink folds. Get addicted to the smell of my panties. Then you can prove how well you can please me.

My husband is such a lucky man. He has been blessed with a wife who is not only open to bringing another woman into his bed, but who actively pursues threesomes, foursomes, and moresomes. The first time it went down, he and I were having a nice, quiet dinner out when I noticed an old friend eating alone. I will call her Veronica. After asking her over to join us and having a few laughs catching up throughout dinner, I convinced her to come back home with us to have a few drinks. My intuition told me that she had opened up over the years and that we had a certain chemistry that I could taste in the air.

While my husband was out of the room, making more cocktails, I sat down beside her on the couch and took her hand in mine, caressing it softly, and told her that she had gotten more beautiful since she turned 30. She blushed and smiled shyly, but didn’t take her eyes off mine. I leaned in slowly and seductively, parting my lips slightly just inches away from her panting mouth. Gentle kissing leading to both of us moving our hands up each other’s legs and under our dresses happened naturally and softly, yet it didn’t take long for us to become very passionate and I made the move to pull her dress up over her head. She then did the same for me and I wrapped my left leg, encased in sheer black thigh-highs, over hers.

My husband returned with drinks and was stopped in his tracks. Hearing him chuckle with satisfaction, I pointed at him, snapped my fingers, and directed his eyes down toward my black pumps without missing a beat, my tongue still down her throat and my hands now pulling her 36C breasts out of her lacy red bra. He knew what that finger snap meant. He stripped and got on his knees in front of us and watched in awe as Betty and Veronica continued heating each other up.

I pushed her down flat on her back and slipped off her red panties while she unhooked her bra. I then stood and stripped out of my black push-up bra and g-strings, but left my stockings and pumps on. I climbed on top of her, hovering my hips over her sweet, full lips and wet tongue. As I started to fondle her soft natural breasts, she began to gently move her tongue inside me while my husband sat crouched, stroking himself.

That’s just the tip of the iceberg. Want to know more about Betty and Veronica? I bet you would like to know what pleasures my husband ended up having in that first amazing threesome. Call me now to find out!

Check back for more tawdry tales of three or more in my bed.

You want to know what makes me wet? Tee-hee! I could write a book, but I will try to limit it to five basics for this blog entry.

1. A man who is smart and sexy, NOT cocky. This kind of man knows how to relax and be himself and allow me to express my unlimited capacity for sensuality. He knows when to shut up and kiss me. He knows that extensive foreplay creates the best climaxes for both of us and he is not intimidated by my desire to sometimes dominate him.

2. A liberated woman with beautiful eyes and sexy legs. This kind of a woman knows she has it from head to toe and that her gaze can launch a thousand ships. I am more than willing to let a woman like this take control of me and ravage me from head to toe, following some rather extensive body worship. She knows how to wear lingerie, stockings, and high heels in a classy and sexy way and she won’t let socially stagnant homophobia deny her the pleasure of femme on femme 69. Delicious!

3. A man with tight buns and stamina. Premature ejaculators need not apply. I want a man who is gallant and knows that pleasing the woman first will lead to the greatest pleasure for him in the long run. He is in shape and ready to keep up with my capacity to make love all night and he knows that it’s not the size that counts as much as what you do with it. Sure, size matters, but talent will get you in this girl’s wet g-string contest.

4. Any partner, man or woman, who knows how to tease and be teased. This person understands the need for self-control when it comes to sex and they realize that we can work together to build the tension to a boiling point and keep it there for hours. Slow strip-teases, sensual full-body touching, mutual oral pleasure, and improvisational love-making are the surest ways to make my heart skip a beat and keep my panties damp and fragrant.

5. A man who wants to taste me all over and inside out. This man wants to feel me pleasure every inch of his body and every hole that he has with my talented tongue and lips and he is just as eager to treat me the same way. He uses his brain, his mouth, and his hands to explore all of me and he reaps the dividends in the end. What usually follows a liaison of this sort is his declaration, “that is the most fantastic orgasm I have ever had”. Believe me, gentle readers, you want to make me wet because it will lead to rewards that you will never forget.