Brian Laver: Peeping wife

"It would be nice if they really moved up here, a but they never will," Tom said.

"I know. But if the antique shop really takes off maybe we could make them partners or something," Ann said.

They both knew that they were just talking, but they missed their old friends, and it was nice imagining them being neighbors again. Ann especially would like to have them near by after seeing what they were capable of in bed. And, although she didn't know about it, Tom's interest in them was fueled by his lust for Jane.

As they dragged old furniture and boxes of smaller items around the shop, they began to forget about Joe and Jane. The shop was the most important thing in their lives at the moment; it would mean being able to stay in Owlsport rather than go wherever they could make a living.

As they were working, there was a knock on the door. Opening it, Ann found Ted standing there.

"Hi, Ted. Come on in," she said happily.

Even though they had a lot of work to do, it was impossible not to be glad to see Ted. He carried a wow of good dicer around with him.

"Hi. I hope I'm not interrupting your labors, but I wanted to invite you both to a party," he said as he sat down on the church pew and stretched his feet, his heavy hiking boots out in front of him. Ted was very tall, slim, and long wavy hair hung out of his knit cap. He wore a snarled beard and dressed in wool plaids and all fix things that were popular out there in the country.

"Whose party?" Ann asked.

"Bert and Madge Taylor," he said. "Very nice people. A little older, but really beautiful. He's a painter, you know."

Ted was about thirty, the same age as Ann and Tom, and they wanted to know what he meant by "older".

"He's almost fifty, I guess. She's maybe forty," Ted said. "Very nice people. You'll like them. They heard about your opening the shop and wanted to meet you."

Ann and Tom hadn't met very many people in Owlsport yet, and they were glad to get the invitation. So far, Ted had been their best friend, and he'd been a good one. He had lived in Owlsport for almost ten years, and knew all about chopping wood and picking mushrooms and all the things that people did in the country. Being from the city, Ann and Tom thought all that stuff was like magic.

"Well, the party's tomorrow night, about eight I'll stop over flint so you can follow me there. It's sort of hard to find. Back in the woods, you know," Ted said. "Well, I'm off. Back to work now. Hey, the place is really shaping up," he said, looking around.

Then he was gone. Ann and Tom laughed at his good-natured enthusiasm, but they had lost the momentum to keep working.

"Let's go to the diner for lunch," Tom said.

They walked to the diner and sat at their usual spot at the counter. Betty came over to take their order.

"Hi. Did Ted invite you to the Taylors." Betty asked them.

Tom and Ann had that feeling of living in a transparent world again. It was a feeling they'd had since coming to that small town.

"Yeah. How did you know?" Ann said.

"I'm going too," Betty told them. "I was there when Bert Taylor told Ted to invite you."

That figured, Ann thought. Everybody knew what everybody else was doing; everybody always seemed to "be there" when something happened.

Betty was very nice, and good-looking and they were glad they were going to get a chance to know her better. They already knew, from the grapevine, that she had two kids and had never been married. Betty was one of the few local people who had anything to do with the big-city refugees who'd moved to Owlsport in the past decade.

As Betty began to fry their hamburgers on the grill behind the counter, Tom watched her cute little ass wiggling inside her white uniform. He would rather have a bite of that ass than the hamburger. Ann noticed her husband looking at the girl, but she hoped to turn his interest to herself as soon as they got back to the shop.

"We got a lot done this morning," Ann said to Tom as they walked back to the shop.

"Yeah. There really isn't much more to do. I think we can open in a week or so," Tom said.

Ann was glad that the pressure was easing up. Now they would have time to pay wore attention to each other. As soon as they were in the shop with the door closed behind them, Ann leaned against Tom's side and put her hand around him. She tucked her fingers into the back of his jeans and wiggled them down over his ass.

"Let's make love," she said.

"You mean right now? Here?"

Ann was still buzzing from the excitement of the night before. Having seen their friends in those positions of ecstasy, Ann was eager to try those things again herself. It would be thrilling to have Tom's head between her thighs after seeing how Joe and Jane looked in that funky pose.

Her cunt was already dripping juice into the crotch of her panties. Tom's prick had been stirring all through lunch from watching Betty moving around behind the counter, and he was ready to give his wife what she wanted. Reaching around her with a strong arm, he pulled her to his hard chest and they kissed.

As Tom drove his tongue deep into her mouth, Ann felt like a teenager again. The experience of peeking on Jane and Joe had turned her into a wild bitch. She'd felt as though she'd have to attack Tom if he hadn't come across with what she so desperately needed. But he was right there with his grasping hands and probing tongue.

As her tit was held and squeezed in Tom's hand, Ann felt her cunt contract with hunger. His hard prick was pressing into her belly through their layers of clothes, and she was eager to free that stiff tool.

She pulled her face from his and looked around the shop. There was a big, heavy dinning room table that would make a perfect place to fuck.

"Let's do it on that table," she said to Tom. "Here, we can put these on it."

Ann grabbed two old fur coats that they'd picked up somewhere, and spread them on the table. Tom came over to her, and she reached up and began to unbutton his shirt. He did the same for her, and soon her tits were pointing at him unencumbered by her blouse. He bent forward and kissed one of the brown nipples, feeling it gather into a puckered knot at the touch of his lips.

When he stood straight up again, Ann sank to her knees in front of him and began unfastening his belt. Looking down at his wife, Tom realized he'd been lucky to have married such an uninhibited chick. She was digging into his pants for that dong that he knew she loved. His fly was pulled down and his pants opened by hurrying fingers. Ann pulled down his pants, letting them lay around his ankles. Then she grabbed his shorts and pulled them down, after unhooking them from his stiff prick which had gotten caught in the elastic.

Tom saw his prick hopping in the air in front of Ann's face, and he saw her touch it with a gentle wave of her fingers. Her touch made the cock leap. Tom saw her head move toward the bloated cock head, her tongue came out, then he felt that hot wetness on his cock. Gasping with pleasure, he felt her mouth take his prick into a hot grip.

He put his hands on the sides of her head as Ann reached around his thighs and touched the muscular cheeks of his ass. That made Tom shiver, and the shiver made Ann slip her fingers closer to the hole that was hidden in his crack. Her head moved toward Tom's belly, sliding his prick deep into her throat.

Slowly, Ann moved her head back and forth, giving it a twist every now and then as she bathed that prick in her saliva. Her middle finger of one hand wiggled into the valley between the cheeks of his ass and neared the tight asshole. Tom stepped out of his lowered pants and spread his legs so she could reach that puckered hole.

Watching his cock appear, covered with shining saliva every time Ann slid her head back, Tom was climbing to the heights of passion. He knew that his wife would suck him until he was vibrating with lust, then offer her cunt to him for similar treatment. She cupped his sagging balls with one hand while the other was taking good care of his ass.