Brian Laver: Peeping wife

"The Apples are having a party Friday night," Ann said to Tom at dinner. "Phil asked us to come."

"Oh yeah? When did you see him?"

"He came into the shop a few days ago," Ann said. "You were out."

Tom wrinkled his brow.

"Why didn't you tell me earlier?" he asked.

"I guess I just forgot," Ann said. "Do you want to go? Phil said we should call and let them know."

"Sun, let's go. Why not?" Tom said. Ann had trouble swallowing her last mouthful.

She would have to get Tom on the subject of group sex or he would be in far a big surprise at the party.

"You know, I think the Apples might be into orgies," she said.

"What?" Tom said with genuine amazement. "Whatever gave you that idea?"

"I think Betty hinted at it," Ann said. She didn't notice Tom's eyebrows leap at Betty's name. "Phil seemed to be hinting at it, too, when he came into the shop. Also, I saw Sarah go into a bedroom with a guy at the Taylors' party."

That was about all Ann could say without giving herself away as a voyeur. She saw Tom's face take on his thinking expression. He had to admit to himself that, some wild things were going on at the Taylors', but he couldn't tell Ann that he had fucked Betty in the bathroom. Maybe she was right, he thought, but it did seem rather far out.

"I don't know, Honey," he said. "I think you might be reading too much into this thing. I just can't believe the Apples would have an out and out orgy. I mean they might sneak off with someone else's spouse, but an orgy? And why would they invite us?"

"Maybe Sarah has the hots for you, or maybe Phil has for me," Ann said. "The important thing is that we, decide what to do if the party does turn into an orgy."

Tom looked at Ann, trying to get a hint at what she wanted him to say. Could she be willing to join in an orgy? he wondered. He'd never thought of his wife as that sort before. If only he had known about her new hobby and what she'd been up to lately!

"Well, what do you think we should do?" he asked.

Ann began to fidget and squirm in her seat. She was dying to get into that orgy and wanted to tell Tom how she felt, but she thought she'd better go slowly.

"I don't know," she said. "The idea does turn me on, I have to admit."

Tom raised his eyebrows again. He kept on eating without saying anything.

"Well, how about you?" she asked. "What would you want to do if the party turns into an orgy?"

"I don't know, but I doubt that we'll have to make that decision anyway. Let's just play it by ear."

Ann wished Tom would be more specific. She knew what was going to happen at that party and she would have liked to know what Tom was going to do about it.

They didn't talk about the subject again until Friday afternoon. Ann reminded Tom of the party. He said he hadn't forgotten, but that was all he said. Ann didn't press him for his feelings about being involved in an orgy – it wouldn't have done any good, she realized, and she resigned herself to doing it Tom's way and playing it by ear.

After dinner they sat around in the living room reading the paper. There was plenty of time, especially since they wanted to be fashionably late. Ann couldn't sit still, though. She couldn't get the memory of what she'd seen through the Apples' window out of her mind. She wanted desperately to have her body ravaged by Betty again, but with Tom and Ted and whoever else was there, too. If Tom copped out at the last minute, she would be furious.

They decided to leave at nine o'clock, and for Ann the time dragged. Her aunt was ready for some spectacular action, but there were still forty-five minutes before they would leave. She decided to take another bath to kill some time.

In the tub she had to fight with herself to keep her hands off her cunt. The urge to jerk off was almost overpowering, but she wanted to save every bit of her sexual energy for the party. She dressed in her most alluring outfit – a pair of tight satin slacks and a flimsy blouse that had a plunging neckline.

When she was dressed, it was almost time to go. She spent the remaining minutes pacing back and forth.

"I wish you would relax," Tom said. "You're making me nervous, and you're getting yourself all worked up over nothing. I really don't think there's going to be the orgy you seem to be so excited about."

There was nothing Ann could do to convince Tom that there was going to be an orgy, and she hoped be wouldn't freak out when things got hot.

At about ten after nine, Tom was finally willing to leave. They decided to walk so they could drink all they wanted and wouldn't have to worry about driving while drunk. Tom even suggested that they walk across the field rather than take the road, but Ann managed to talk him out of that.

"Are you kidding?" she asked. "Don't you realize how muddy it will be this time of yen?"

Tom had to agree that his wife was right, and they walked along the road. As they walked, Ted's Jeep pulled up and he gave them a lift.

"I'm glad you decided to come tonight," Ted aid.

Betty was with him, and she told them how happy she was that they were going, too.

Tom thought it was strange that they were making such a big deal out of their going to the party, but then he realized that they might know something that he didn't. Could Ann be right about the orgy?

When they got to the Apples', Phil met them at the door and said, "I'm so glad you came after all."

After all? Tom wondered what that could mean, and he had to give his wife's theory about the orgy a little more credence.

Betty and Sarah took Ann aside and asked her if she explained the situation to Tom.

"I tried to, but he didn't seem to believe me," she said.

"Leave it to me," Betty said.

Ann knew that Betty could handle Tom. Now that her dream was almost a reality, Ann was getting so excited she could hardly sit still.

The Taylors showed up, making eight of them altogether. Ann was already thinking of all the things she would like to do with each person there, and she hoped to get some good views, too.

Everyone was talking and drinking and telling jokes, but there didn't seem to be an orgy in the works. Ann just tried to enjoy herself and not get impatient. But her cunt was leaking and her tits were aching for a good sucking.

Then, after about an hour of typical partying, things began to quiet down. People were sitting on the couch and on the floor near the couch. The music on the stereo became slower and softer. Lights were turned down.

Ann felt like she was about to enter a new realm of experience. Although she'd done some weird things lately, this was going to top them all. She sat down next to Ted and Bert Taylor. She was shivering with anticipation, and she could see that Tom was acting rather nervous, as though he was finally realizing that she had been right all along.

Betty went up to Tom and put her arm around him, leading him to a spot on the couch. Tom went willingly, and he looked at Betty with obvious lust, Ann noticed. He wouldn't be a problem. Ann realized.

"Madge, will you do your dance for us?" Phil asked Madge Taylor.

"Yeah, come on, Madge," Ted said, and everyone else joined in, encouraging the older woman to do it.

Madge got up and began moving to the music. Ann remembered that Madge gave modern dance lessons at the local YWCA, but she thought she would do something a little different now.

The woman's slim body began making beautiful movements around the room to the slow, sensuous music. She was remarkably agile for her age, Ann noticed, and she noticed too that Tom was enjoying it.

As she danced, Madge began unbuttoning her blouse. Ann felt a spasm in her cunt as Madge's tits came into view. She wasn't wearing a bra, and her tits were small but firm. When she had her chest bared, she continued dancing, with her tits doing a dance of their own on her chest.