Brian Laver: Peeping wife

Joe lifted the iron poker from the fireplace and poked the red coals. Then he put on a small log and blew on the coals. As Ann watched his balls swinging between his legs, below his ass, she felt her arms loosen and she thought she might be able to pull her nightgown off.

Joe turned to face her again, and Ann glued her eyes to his prick. He just stood there and reached down to the spike bouncing in front of him. Ann watched as he wrapped his hand around the cock. After giving the loose skin a few strokes, he let go of the handle and grabbed his balls. Cradling them in his palm, his prick was free to bob steadily again.

Without taking her eyes from the incredible sight of him playing with himself, Ann grabbed the hem of her gown and began tugging it up over her legs. Lifting her ass from the crotch, she moved the flannel out from under her, then lost sight of Joe as she lifted the garment up over her head.

She'd never felt as naked as she did there an the couch with Joe looking down at her. She didn't look him in the eye, but just kept watching him handling his own prick and balls. She knew what to had to do, and it seemed that Joe was waiting.

He sat on the opposite end of the couch from her, still holding his balls. Resting his back on the arm of the couch, he brought his feet up and faced Ann.

She could look right into his crotch, seeing his balls hanging over the crack of his ass. The way his prick was standing, Ann could see the interesting pattern that guys had on the underside of their prick-head. Joe was running his fingers over the prick, taking his time so he wouldn't get too far ahead of Ann in their mutual masturbation.

Without saying a word, Ann slowly copied Joe's position on the couch. She could feet his eyes on the wet, hairy mound in the space between her thighs. Letting her legs open, she felt the cool air of the room on her exposed inner lips. She shook with excitement and kinky rapture as she realized that she was going to go through with this weird game.

Glancing up at Joe's face, she saw that he was staring into her cunt with as much horny fascination as she'd been watching his prick. Ann saw him slip his tongue out to wet his dry lips, and his eyelids were drooping in an expression of passion.

Ann brought her trembling hands to her thighs, touched the warm flesh, and began sliding them down to her curd. She let herself slide down in the couch, bringing her twat farther up into Joe's view. She'd jerked off in front of mirrors enough to know exactly what he was seeing, and she knew it was quite a sight.

As her fingers neared her twat, Joe grabbed his cock and slowly pumped the skin. It was becoming easier for Ann now, and she spread her legs farther. Then her fingers reached the padded lips and pulled them apart. She knew that the pink interior of her quim would be shining with love juice and the entrance to the cave would be stretched open so he could look right into it.

By that time, the direct joys of handling herself were equaling the perverted pleasure of making herself a display of masturbatory wantonness, and her movements were becoming automatic. As she touched the wiggling inner lips of her snatch, she lifted her other hand to one of her tits.

Now she was jerking off just as she always did. She watched Joe's fist moving up and down the shaft of his prick. She wanted to touch that standing dong, but she knew that would detract from the delicious kinkiness of this perverted sport.

As her finger stirred around in her twat, it also stirred up her lust. She lifted a leg over the back of the couch, giving Joe the greatest possible view, and herself the best possible access to her cunt. She pushed her tit up to her face and began to lick the nipple as she dipped her fingers into the deep tunnel of passion between her legs.

Ann alternated dipping her fingers up her snatch with rubbing the clit and folds of flesh surrounding it. She had done the same thing thousands of times, but the added ingredient of Joe's gaze in her crotch made it a hundred times more pleasurable.

Dropping her tit, she used both hands in her crotch. With one, she would slide a few fingers up and down in her cunt sleeve, and with the other she covered the hard kernel of her clit with quick, light strokes. Every few seconds, she would lift the clit-brushing hand to her face and smell and lick the juice of it.

She knew that she was giving Joe all he could ask for, and he was giving her a good show too. His hand was still moving up and down his pole, but now he had slipped his other hand down to his ass and was tickling that tight hole down there. Ann hoped to see him enter that pit, and to give him some encouragement, she slipped her ring finger up her own asshole.

Joe watched her fingering her cunt and ass with fascinated lust. He began wiggling his own finger up the aperture of hiss ass, but first he drooled some saliva on the finger to lubricate it. He loved to finger his ass while he jerked off, as did Ann, and the thought that that lusty chick was watching him do that kinky thing thrilled him.

Ann's hips began pumping as her orgasm began to make itself felt. It was still in its infancy, but it wouldn't take long to grow into a full-fledged eruption. Ann shook with more and more desperation as her fingers wiggled in the twin holes of her crotch. Her tits quaked and her muscles tensed. In her passion, she had arched her back and brought her crotch up nearer Joe's staring eyes.

She began to moan, and Joe began a wild gasping sound. The couch was getting a real workout as they both felt their orgasms overpower them. Ann shook her hips like a woman shakes a dust mop out the window. Her fingers remained plugged in and wiggling, but her other hand was now needed to hold on to the couch. That gave Joe a better view anyhow.

Then it hit her. The result of that perverted showing and watching was one of the most powerful climaxes of her life. She tried to keep her moaning and groaning down so she wouldn't wake the sleeping spouses upstairs. She shook and drilled her cunt. It wasn't easy to keep her eyes on Joe's jerking prick, but she did, and was rewarded with the sight of his cum spurting. It would have been a shame to miss that beautiful sight after all that.

His gism rose over his body and came down all over his belly. In her last pangs of ecstasy, Ann wished one of those gobs would come flying her way.

They both began slowing down at the same time, letting their asses settle into the soft couch. Then, breathing heavily, they looked at each other with dizzy smiles on their faces. They were both still holding their sexual tools, but they were now breathing hard from exhaustion rather than passion.

"That was fabulous," Joe said. His words seemed to break the barrier of perversion. They were old friends again, rather than displays for each other's stimulation.

"I'm glad you saw me at your door," Ann said. "I thought I was the only one interested in peeking, but even I would never have thought up something like this."

Now that they were finished with the game, Ann didn't see why she shouldn't lean over and slurp up the spilled gism from Joe's stomach. Her tits hung and rested on his thighs as she stuck out her tongue and lifted cacti white puddle.

When she'd cleaned off his prick too, she sat back.

"We'd better go to bed," Joe said. "It wouldn't look good if we were both knocked out tomorrow morning."

Ann slipped into her nightgown as Joe put on his pajamas. He followed her up the stairs, and she waited to feel his hand on her ass. He slid his hand up her gown and gave her thigh a squeeze. Then, when they reached the top of the stairs, he left her to go into his own room without a word.

Ann was afraid for a moment that she would find Tom awake, but he was snoring softly as she went in. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt grateful to Joe for being so clever and kinky. She had the feeling that there would be a lot of new adventures in store for her.