Brian Laver: Peeping wife

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.

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.