Brian Laver

Peeping wife

CHAPTER ONE

Ann sat back on the church pew and relaxed. Church pews were good sellers, people liked to put them on their front porches, and Ann and Tom had just bought two dozen of them to sell to the customers they hoped to attract to their new shop. Tom had driven the pick-up to get the stuff they bought at the auction in Jamesville the night before and Ann was getting the shop in shape for the opening.

Spring was already in the air and the tourists would be flowing through very soon. Ann and Tom wanted to have their new antique store opened in time; in fact, they had to have it opened in time. They couldn't afford to lose one sale. It had taken everything they had and more, to come to Owlsport and start a new life for themselves.

It had been a rough winter, but Ann thought things had gone well, and now she was willing to relax a little. She lit a cigarette and rested one hand on her thigh. She and Tom had hardly had time to fuck, they'd been so busy, and Ann had been awfully horny. It had gotten to the point where all she had to do was touch herself on any sensitive spot and her cunt would moisten.

Now she was feeling that tingling again. Looking around the shop, she realized that no one could see her, the windows were covered with brown paper and she decided to let herself go. There was something about jerking off in a place like that that made it more exciting than doing it at home.

The shop was a mess with half their stock there, scattered about, and more stuff piled in boxes. She stood and looked at herself in the long mirror that was part of an old dressing table. The mirror was covered with dust, but Ann could see her slim but curvy figure and her blond hair sticking out of the scarf she was wearing to keep it clean. She grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled down on it, making the material press against her big, firm tits. In her excitement, her nipples hardened and stood out on the rounded domes of her jugs.

Turning one way, then the other, Ann admired the view and was getting hornier by the second. Taking a few steps closer to the mirror, she slipped a hand between two buttons of her blouse and touched one stiff gumdrop. Her flesh jumped under her fingers, puckering tighter into a hard knot. Unbuttoning a few buttons, she pulled the curtain of her blouse aside and watched in the mirror as one of her tits pecked out at her.

After a long winter her skin was white as snow, and the nipple looked an even darker brown than usual. Ann slowly wrapped a hand around the boob and squeezed. Her cunt oozed as if her tit was a sponge and she was squeezing love juice from it directly to her pussy. Her tit was very firm and it stood proudly on her chest as she massaged it.

Ann unbuttoned the rest of her blouse with her free hand and slipped it off. Now she filled both hands with luscious tit flesh. She moved those globes around on her chest in circles. Her face wore a wanton expression, her eyelids banging low and her mouth slightly open, she noticed in the mirror.

Ann held her hands over the blunt tips of her tits, letting the nipples stick through her fingers. Then, sliding the hands back and forth, she filled herself with lust by stimulating those brown buttons. Her knees felt weak as she climbed the heights of passion.

One after the other, she pushed her tits up toward her face and stuck out her tongue. She covered the bumpy disks of skin with licks while watching herself in the mirror. When she let go of the knockers they would fall heavily to her chest with a quick quiver, then stand still and proudly again.

Standing steadily with her feet firmly planted, Ann faced the mirror and reached for the button that held her jeans closed. She wore her pants on the tight side so when the button was popped she felt her waist become freed. As she lowered her zipper the pants opened like a banana peel. Ann watched her lower belly come into view, a field of soft whiteness punctuated by her deep belly button.

The pearly shine of her bikini undies stretched across the view of her belly in the vee of her opened pants. Ann grabbed her jeans and pulled them down. Standing in front of the mirror like that made her breathe hard in horny excitement as she peeled herself. Stepping out of her jeans and sneakers at the same time left her with only her tiny panties hiding her nakedness.

With trembling fingers, she lowered that last garment. As the nylon left her crotch, she felt the cool air of the room on the wetness there. Ann's eyes moved up and down the reflection of her nude body and she liked what she saw.

She reached for her cunt and combed her fingers through the dark curly hair that covered the plump mound. As each hair tugged at its root in her twat, Ann felt a wave of pleasure pass through her with the promise of much more enjoyment to come. Then she wrapped her hand around those spongy lips. Her love juice scared her palm as she gasped in blissful lust.

Aligning her fingers on either side of her crack, she spread the lips and rolled her hips forward to get a look. A vertical, pink smile looked back at her. She could see the inner lips protruding and they glistened with slippery juice.

Holding the gash opened with two fingers, Ann touched the wiggling ridges of flesh within the twat with her middle finger. One touch made her shake with greedy wantonness. She played her finger around in the slot, poking into the cave, running along the inner lips and tickling the sheath of skin that protected her clit.

With her other hand she lifted a tit to her face again. It was easy to look down at the reflection of her cunt and stick out her tongue to lick the nipple of that boob, and the sight of herself in that kinky position added to her pleasure. The thought of Tom walking in on her made her shiver, but the door was locked.

After fingering her pussy and licking her tit for a while, Ann was ready for something a little different. She pulled up an old bent-oak chair and sat down. Slouching in the chair brought her crotch up into view in the mirror. Ann put a foot on each side of the dressing table and pushed the chair back on its rear legs.

Without touching herself, she studied her crotch. The curls stood bristling on her mound, but they thinned out as her eyes traveled down the gash. Her cunt was open slightly from the position of her legs, and a pink swatch shined between the lips. She let her gaze continue down the crack, over an inch of skin to her asshole. The tight ring seemed to be looking back at her.

With a trembling finger, Ann reached around her hips and into her crotch. She touched that puckered hole and felt her flesh tighten with the excitement. The hole was sucked in as her muscles contracted involuntarily.

Leaving the asshole, Ann touched the loose lips of her cunt. Running the finger up and down the crack, she began to slide it deeper with each stroke. Her inner lips were pushed aside as her finger traveled into the cave. Her stroking finger began probing up the oozing tunnel, stirring the tender lining and rising higher and higher up the narrow passage.

As her middle finger was stuck its full length into her pussy sleeve, she brought her ring finger to the crack and wet it with the slippery fluid that was seeping out of that envelope. When the finger was slippery enough, she moved it to the puckered aperture of her ass and pressed it on that dot. Concentrating on relaxing the small hole, she was able to slide the well-lubed finger into that tight chamber.

Then Ann added her index finger to the middle finger in her cunt. With her crotch full of fingers like that she was able to drive herself wild with crazy lust. As she wiggled the fingers in her pussy, she could feel the movement with the finger up her us. The thin membrane that separated the two passages was stretched and pushed around as she moved and twisted her fingers.

Looking up from her crotch in the mirror, she saw her body shaking with her efforts. Her face wore an expression of extreme lust as her brain reeled with the power of masturbatory arousal.

Her wrist began to ache in the position it was bent in as she kept her fingers moving. The whitish liquid that was leaking from her cunt was running slowly down her hand and wetting the cheeks of her ass under her cunt. She would move the two fingers in her cunt and the one in hers in and out, then stick them in as far as she could reach and wiggle them with all her might.

Her hips were soon bucking and moving on her fingers as much as her fingers were moving in her crotch. She was beginning to function automatically as her passion took over. It was as though she had a prick up her snatch and was letting herself pump instinctively.

Ann felt the orgasm being born in her belly. It was already sending waves of energy through her body, getting it ready for the explosion that was coming. Her mouth dropped open and low moans began to vibrate through the shop. The sound of her own voice in that sexy pitch made her rise to her pinnacle even faster, and she began to tremble wildly.

As she felt herself about to go over the edge of ecstasy, she put her thumb on her clit and wiggled the hard little kernel. Now, with four out of five fingers working for her climax, it hit like an earthquake. She gritted her teeth with an expression of desperation and kept her fingers working until her head was full of blinding joy.

Ann shook and hollered in ecstasy until her pleasure drained away, leaving her limp and exhausted. Her fingers slowly dropped from the holes they had been plugged into and her hand landed on the chair with a rap of knuckles before falling and swinging like a dead weight at her side.

Ann relaxed her legs and let her chair down flat on the floor. She felt completely limp and spent, but the orgasm had been a great one and it had been just what she needed. Resting her elbows on her knees, she rested and caught her breath while her tits hung slightly and swung with the heaving of her chest.

Before getting up, Ann lifted her wet hand to her face and breathed in the funky odor of her cunt juice. To make the warmth of her condition last as long as possible, she licked the drying cream from her fingers. When she had cleaned her fingers until there was hardly a trace of the odor left, she folded her hands in her lap and smiled to herself.

There was nothing in the world that she liked better than coming, and she was so glad that she could give herself a beautiful orgasm. Of course, she still loved to fuck, but sometimes Tom didn't feel like fucking when she did, and since they had been so busy with the shop, their sex life hadn't been all it should have been. Ann found herself jerking off more lately than she ever had when they still lived in the city.

When she had her strength back, she stood and began putting her clothes on. She was too far gone to do any more work, but she had accomplished quite a bit that day. She had to wait until Tom came with the truck, so she picked up a handful of fifty-year-old magazines and got comfortable on the church pew again and began leafing through them.

CHAPTER TWO

Ann drifted off in a relaxed daze after that orgasm and didn't hear the truck pull up. It wasn't until Tom called to her that she opened her eyes and lifted her head. Then she realized that he was there in the shop, coming toward her. The door hadn't been locked after all and he, or anyone, could have walked in on her as she sat naked in front of the mirror with her fingers in her crotch. She would have to be more careful in the future, she realized.

"Caught you napping, huh?" Tom said with a smile. "Come on. Help me unload the truck, then we'll go home."

Ann's body felt like lead as she lifted herself from the pew. Once she began moving though, she started to feel better. They carried in the two brass beds and boxes of assorted antiques they had bought.

"Well, I think we have enough stuff to get going with anyhow," Tom said. "We won't have to put out any more money until same starts coming in."

"That's good, because we don't really have any more," Ann said.

They locked the door and climbed into the pick-up. There were still hard crusts of snow on the pound, but the grass was already beginning to grow beneath it. As Tom turned onto the dirt road that led to their farmhouse, he shifted the truck into four-wheel drive and they bounced along.

Life had been nicer since they'd come out here and left the city behind. They'd both had good jobs in the city, and made plenty of money. They were working harder now than they ever did before and they weren't making a cent yet; in fact, they'd spent everything they had saved to buy the old house and start the antique store. But they were glad they had made the move and looked forward to success.

"What do you want for dinner?" Ann asked.

Tom reached over to her thigh and grabbed it. "You," he said.

"That will have to wait until after dinner. I'm starving."

After her masturbatory fun at the shop, Ann wanted to wait awhile before getting herself off again, and she was hungry, but it gave her a thrill in her cunt to have Tom grab her thigh like that, and she could see the lump in his pants.

When they got into the house, Ann immediately began fixing dinner. Tom, munching on a carrot, followed her around and talked about his ideas for the sign he was going to make for the shop. He stepped up to Ann's back and reached around her body and grabbed one of her tits in a strong grip. She felt his hard prick pressing into a firm cheek of her ass, and her cunt heated up.

"Come on now," she said, twisting out of his grasp. "Don't get me all hot and bothered while I'm trying to get dinner ready."

"Oh, shit. I forgot to tell you," Tom said suddenly. "Joe called last night while you were out. He and Jane are going to Jamesville and I told them to stop by and spend the night. They should be here this evening sometime. Don't worry about dinner tough, they said they wouldn't be able to make it in time to eat with us."

"Oh, I wish you'd told me earlier," Ann said.

"Well, it won't make any difference," Tom said. "It'll be just like old times. We'll just sit around and have a few drinks."

Joe and Jane had been their best friends in the city, and Ann was eager to see them again, but she was afraid their visit might spoil her and Tom's plans for fucking that evening.

"Maybe we can talk them into moving up here," Tom said. "What they see how nicely you've decorated this place they'll see how good an old farmhouse can look."

"It would be nice if they did move here. I miss them," Ann said.

They finished dinner and were just drying the last dishes when they heard a car come up the drive. Both of them ran out to the front porch to greet their old friends. Joe and Jane got out of their car and ran into the waiting arms of Ann and Tom. After hugs and kiss they all went into the house.

As the guests took off their coats, Tom built a fire. They were soon sitting around a crackling blaze, sipping brandy.

"You've fixed this place up beautifully," Jane said.

Ann offered to show Jane around the house, and she stood, Tom realized that he'd forgotten how he had always enjoyed ogling Jane. She had a spectacular body and dressed to show it off. He had already taken in the sensuous curve of her heavy tits wider the tight wrapping of her sweater, but now a she left the worn wit his wife, he feasted his eyes on her swaying ass. The curve of those cheeks had the same luscious curve as her tits, and Tom wondered what she would look like naked.

Jane was small, with dark-brown hair streaming down over her shoulders, as different from Ann as a woman could be. He wished he could trade partners with Joe for a night, but that had never come up in their friendship, and he didn't think it would go over.

Joe had known for a long time that Tom enjoyed looking his wife over, and he had as much fun sizing up Ann. Joe was a tall, slim guy with a thin, finely chiseled face, unlike Tom, who was big and broad with a rugged handsomeness.

"This looks like the life, all right," Joe told his old buddy as he reached toward the fire with his feet.

"It really is, Joe. You should think of moving up here. The city is no place to live."

"Yeah, I know. But the job and all. I'm not the type to open an antique store or anything like that," Joe said.

Tom had to agree about that, but he didn't say so. Joe had always played it safe and he wouldn't leave his secure job. Tom liked to take chances, and the antique shop was a big risk.

The girls came back and they all sat and talked.

Joe and Jane told them all about their mutual friends back in the city, and what they had been dams Ann and Tom went on about the shop, the house and Owlsport.

"I've always heard about life in a snail town," Ann said. "And now I know it's all true. Everybody knows everything about every body."

They told them about the new friends they had made in Owlsport and all the things that living in a small town meant. Joe and Jane laughed, and Ann could see they didn't believe that they were telling them the literal truth, but then she wouldn't have believed the things that had happened to them either before they moved here.

They all drank a lot of brandy, and they had a hard day, so the conversation ground to a halt at about eleven. Joe dragged in a suitcase, and he and Jane went up to the spare room. Tom and Ann went into their own room to undress for bed.

Ann could see that Tom was out on his feet, and she gave up hope for any action that night.

Tom dropped right into bed and began snoring. Ann went to the bathroom to wash, but as she passed the door to the spare room, she heard giggling. Then she felt a funny feeling in her guts. She had never felt anything quite like it before. It was a combination of pleasure and numbness.

She went into the bathroom and stood there, concentrating on the feelings. It was centered in her cunt, but it radiated throughout her body. It was a sexy feeling, but she didn't want to get fucked. There seemed to be something in her that kept her from realizing what it was that the feeling was urging her toward. With a great effort, she let herself go and found what was at the bottom of this strange experience.

When she realized that she wanted to peek at Joe and Jane, she was shocked. The realization was too real to dismiss though, and too powerful to resist. Her body was moving on its own, dragging her back into the hallway in front of her guests' door.

She saw that the door wasn't quite closed, and as she drifted by she peered in and saw them standing there. It had been a quick glance, but she had seen that Jane was reaching behind her to unfasten her bra and Joe was standing in his shorts, folding his pants in front of him.

Ann rushed silently into her room and turned off the light, then creeped back out to the hall. Now the only light was in the guest room and the guests were in view through that slot between the door and doorjamb. Ann's heart was pounding and her breath was rasping in her throat as it rushed in and out of her open mouth.

She was dressed in her flannel robe, and she grabbed at her tits through the thick material. Her twat was buzzing with excitement. She couldn't remember ever being so turned on.

She got back to her vantage point just in time to see Jane toss her bra on a chair. Her tits drooped slightly. Huge, brown nipples covered the tips of those mammoth jugs, and as Jane bent down to pull off her pants, Ann saw her tits swing loose and low.

Ann shifted her attention to Joe, who had pulled off his shorts and was standing naked, looking at his wife. His prick was soft, but Ann thought she could see it begin to stir. As she focused on the hanging cock, she convinced herself that it was rising.

Oh, fuck her. Please fuck her, Ann repeated over and over to herself.

She wanted to see those two go at it. That was what had caused that strange feeling to settle in her stomach. It was pure voyeuristic lust as Joe's cock rose so did Ann's hopes. She'd never seen anyone fuck before, and now she was suddenly dying to.

Jane pulled down her panties and stood naked. She didn't seem to notice her husband's interest, but she was giving Ann a good view. Jane was facing the door, showing Ann the dark patch of curls that hid her crack. Ann was amazed to feel an attraction to that fuzzy triangle.

Joe attracted Ann's attention again as he stepped toward his wife. His prick was almost fully inflated now, and Ann saw it twitching and bobbing its head. Joe came to his wife's side and reached for one of her sagging tits. As he scooped up the flagging boob and pressed his fingers into its softness, Ann sighed with pleasure.

Jane turned to face Joe and they kissed. Joe moved his hand down the delicate curve of his wife's back to her ass, where he grabbed another handful of flesh. His fingertips crept to her deep crevice and disappeared.

Ann couldn't believe how exciting it was to watch this scene acted out. It was better than having a guy caressing and kissing her, she realized, but she was too excited at the moment to think about it. She began to lift the long skirt of her gown to get her fingers busy in her cunt. She knew that she was going to witness a fucking, and she was going to enjoy it.

Joe led Jane to the bed and, standing by it, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her again. Then he lifted her short body off the floor and together they fell onto the bed. They made a shivering sound as their naked bodies hit the cold sheets. They scrambled under the coven, pulling them up to their chins. Ann felt a profound disappointment fill her, but she was still hopeful of seeing quite a bit.

They began kissing again, and as they rolled around, the sheets and blankets began to be pulled down their bodies until Ann could see one of Jane's tits again. By this time, Ann had her gown pulled up to her waist and her hand on her itching quim. As she watched Joe put his hand around the jellied softness of that tit, Ann poked a finger carefully up her cunt.

She wanted to last as long as the fuckers on the bed, so she kept her cuntal tickling light. Still, her body doubled over slightly with the delicious sensations she was rubbing into herself. She managed to hold up her gown and play with her tit with her left hand. Standing there, playing with herself and watching those two on the bed was the greatest experience of her life, she thought. She was so excited that she had to be careful not to make too much noise breathing.