Brian Laver: Peeping wife

The antique shop was going nicely. Tourist season hadn't really begun, and they weren't very busy, but things looked good. Ann took off a few afternoons a week, and so did Tom.

One afternoon, while Ann was alone in the shop, Phil Apple came in to see her. Later, Tom told her that he had seen Phil that day she was walling down to the stream to do some fishing, so Ann knew that Phil came to the shop to see her alone.

"Did Tom tell you that we seem to have had a voyeur at our place?" he asked.

"Tom didn't want to tell me, he was afraid I'd be worried," Ann said, trying to keep calm. "Betty finally mentioned it to me."

"Well, I certainly don't think you should worry, but maybe you should keep your shades down," Phil said.

Ann didn't say anything. She wondered if Phil was keeping his shades down now, though.

"Left muddy hand prints all over the house. What a mess," Phil said.

"Maybe he saw something that was so exciting he forgot about leaving evidence," Ann said, surprised at her courage.

"Could be. Could be," Phil said with a sly smile.

Rather than be afraid of being accused, Ann was rather enjoying this game of cat and mouse.

"Are there really such wild goings on at your house?" Ann asked.

Phil didn't say anything. He smiled, strolled around the shop and picked up a few items, to examine.

"Were you really peeking through that keyhole at the Taylors' when I walked in on you?" he asked.

Ann realized how brave she was getting when that question didn't fluster her.

"What a question," she said. "I told you, I tripped."

"Was it Sarah you were peeking at?" Phil persisted. "She told me that she fucked Arnold Burns that night."

"She told you?" Ann asked in mock surprise. She would have been angry with him for not believing her if he hadn't offered that bit of information.

"Oh, sure. We have no secrets from each other," Phil said.

"That's very commendable," Ann said.

"Well, anyhow, the reason I came in was to invite you and Tom to a gathering at our house Friday evening," Phil said. "Sarah was talking to Betty the other day, and she suggested we invite you. We were glad to, of course."

"I see," Ann said with an expression of understanding. She wanted Phil to know that she knew the score. "I'll talk to Tom. I'm sure he'll want to come."

"Fine," Phil said. "Give us a call to let us know."

When he left, Ann shivered with excitement. All her dreams of weird sex would come true if she could convince Tom to go to the Apples' orgy, and she would have to talk him into it.

She hadn't gotten abound to talking to Tom about the invitation the next day when she took an afternoon off. She decided to go for a walk around the lake and think about the best way to approach Tom with the topic.

She went to the diner with him for lunch before starting out. Betty waited on them and made small talk, but didn't mention anything about the party Friday night. It seemed strange to Ann to be so nonchalant with the little chick after the time they spent in bed together, but with Tom there, they had to be discreet.

When they left the diner, Ann told Tom that she was taking the car and would pick him up at closing time. She couldn't wait to get away by herself and think things over. Also, it was a beautiful day and the lake would be the perfect place to spend it.

She drove to the lake and parked at the side of the road. There was a path along the edge of the water, she'd heard, and she began looking for it among the dense foliage. Finally, she found a break in the bushes and a dirt path leading into it. Ducking her head, she went down a slight bill into the woods.

It wasn't nearly as muddy as the ground behind her house had been a week earlier when she'd snuck over to the Taylors'. She came to the shore of the lake at a beautiful spot where she could see the whole lake and the cottages on the opposite bank. Suddenly, everything seemed to slow down, and Ann was filled with the calm peace of the spring day.

She pulled a bud from a tree and studied the little leaf curled up within. The sun was warming her from above and below as it reflected from the still surface of the water. Ann strolled along, taking in the beauty with all five senses.

Kids were still in school, the summer people hadn't come to their cottages yet and it was the middle of the week, so there were no men fishing or boating. Ann couldn't see a sign of life anywhere. Being alone like that made her feel like taking her clothes off to let the sun caress her whole body.

She found a nice spot on the rocky bank where the sun was shining into a hollow that seemed to trap the heat. In a minute, she was naked and lying on a smooth rock, facing the sun so it entered her thighs and warmed her pussy. The light coming through her closed eyelids was bright red. Her body seemed to melt in the embracing heat. It wasn't long before she was too hot.

She loved to swim and thought it might be fun, but when she stuck her foot into the water she found that it was still very cold. So rather than jumping in, she lifted handfuls of water and splashed them over her. That felt wonderful; the water cooling her as the sun warmed.

She had come to the lake to think about talking to Tom regarding the invitation to the Apples' party, but she had completely forgotten about that in the bliss of being in that spot on such a gorgeous day. Pouring handfuls of water over her white tits and thighs was more important at the moment.

As she grew used to the cold water, she was able to dangle her feet in it, but only for a little while. She spread out on the bank and lay on her belly, her head resting on her folded arms, and she looked at the water while the sun dried her.

This day made the move to the country worthwhile even if nothing else worked out, she thought. But then the peacefulness was broken by the sound of voices. Ann listened and hoped they would go away, but instead, they got louder. She thought it sounded like teens.

"I don't care if I do get caught," one of them was saying. "Who could sit in school on a day like this?"

So that was it, Ann thought. A couple of hooky-playing teens. She couldn't blame them for not wanting to go to school, but she wished they had found a different spot to play hooky in. The voices came closer, but Ann just lay there hoping that they would pass by without noticing her. She was off the path and down the bank, so unless they wanted to come right to her spot they wouldn't see her.

Ann perked up her ears to follow the voices. They seemed to pass her, but the voices didn't fade out like she expected them to. The boys must have gone past her little cove and gone down to the water just beyond. A jetty of rock hid her from them.

Ann resigned herself to sharing the lake with the boys. After all boys were among her favorite people. As she listened to them, she heard the same sort of talk that bays used when she was a schoolgirl.

"I'd rather fuck Mrs. Bradley," one of them was saying. "She has the biggest tits of any teacher."

"Yeah, but I'd still like to fuck Miss Brown," the other kid said. "She probably blows, too. A friend of my brother's took her out once."

Ann couldn't keep from smiling as she realized that these kids were so obsessed with fucking. But then, who wasn't? She was. The Apples were. Betty was. It seemed that sex was a constant preoccupation of the human race.

Rocks began flying out over the water from where the boys were. Ann saw the flat missiles hit the water, leap up and hit again and again. The boys had a contest to see who could get the most skips from one rock.

Since Ann's solitary reverie was ended, her thoughts began to turn to the bays. Her brain began working on an interesting way to amuse herself. She would love to watch them swimming naked, but that wasn't likely with the water so cold. Maybe they would jerk off. That would be great to watch, but it wasn't likely that they would suddenly pull out their pricks and flog them, unless she gave them something to get their young cocks stiff.