Brian Laver: Peeping wife

Tom's noisy breathing told Ann that he was where she wanted him. She let his prick out of her mouth and slowly stood. When he was in a fit of heat like that, she knew, he would eat her twat with all the skill of an experienced cunt-lapper – which he certainly was.

Ann felt his wet prick touch her belly as she kissed him on the neck. Then she climbed up on the fur-covered table. She knew it was a good idea to throw those coats on the table, but she hadn't realized how good it would be. The thick fur flattened under her asscheeks, but where her body wasn't pressed on the fur, it remained fluffy and soft. It filled her crotch and the area between her thighs, touching her like a million gentle fingers. When she laid back, the fur seemed to catch and hold her in a loving embrace.

Ann moved back so Tom would have room to crawl up between her legs. He thrilled at the touch of the fur on his body too, and as he got into sucking position, his prick and balls were buried in that animal comfort.

"We should keep these old coats just to fuck on," he said.

"Yes, let's. It feel great," Ann agreed.

Tom leaned over her body and kissed her tits. Taking each blunt tip into his mouth, he licked, sucked and bit those hard nipples. He pressed his face between the mounds and held them tightly at each side of his head. The soft warmth of her boobs always filled him with greedy pleasure, and he knew that Ann loved it too, especially when she was waiting to have her cunt lapped.

When her tits were covered with his saliva, Tom held them in his hands and moved his face lower. Her stomach was like a smooth field to play on as he dragged his face along, kissing and rubbing his cheeks on the soft skin.

Down and down, he went, until his cheek felt the tangle of curls on her mound. The odor of a hot, wet cunt filled Tom's nostrils. He kissed her thighs, and around the triangle of hair, and finally spread her lips and his fingers, exposing the interior of her twat. Lifting his head to take a look at the slot, Tom was treated to the sight of his wife's most prized possession.

Then Tom moved his face forward into the forest of hair. His tongue came out and found the slot. Tom lifted her legs as he began swishing his tongue over the slippery flesh between her lips. Tom loved to eat his wife's cunt, and his love for it towed in his eagerness. His face was soon soaking with her fragrant juice as he wagged his head and lashed his tongue.

Tom could look up over the horizon on Ann's belly and watch her face and tits. The latter were wobbling around with her movements and framed her face beyond, wearing that look of passion that looked so good on her. Tom kept watching her face and saw her lips open as she began moaning softly.

The fur under his prick kept Tom on the razor's edge as he brought Ann up to his level of lust. Ann seemed to be enjoying this cunt-lapping even more than usual, and he attributed it to the fur and his own excitement. If he had known it was because she was thinking of a scene she'd witnessed in their own house the night before, he would have been amazed, if not shocked.

Ann had her eyes closed and on the insides of her eyelids her memory was projecting the sight of Joe eating Jane's pussy. As Ann wiggled her hips in passion, she pictured her friend doing the same, and it increased her pleasure three-fold. When she realized that Tom must look just like Joe had as he wagged his tongue in Jane's twat, she got another boost in her lust.

Ann had the strange desire to step back, out of her body, and watch herself being eaten. She opened her eyes and looked down at Tom's head just beyond the dark patch of her pubic hair. She saw him looking up at her so she tried to smile, but it wasn't easy since her face was already twisted in a grimace of lust. Struggling up into a sort of sitting position, supported by her arms behind her, she peered down at the face bobbing in her crotch.

She could see that Tom's nose and cheeks were wet with her juice, but she couldn't see his tongue or her own slot, so she let herself fall back on the fur. There was no way she could see what he was doing to her, and she would just have to enjoy the way it felt, and satisfy her voyeuristic needs with her memory and imagination.

Tom wondered why she had sat up like that, she had never done it before, but he never would have guessed. He just kept covering her gash with movements of his pointed tongue. Ann was moaning louder now, as she usually did at that time, and Tom increased his tonguing.

"Come on, B-baby. F-f-fuck m-m-m…"

"Uh-h-h-h-H-H," Ann gasped with a jerk of her body.

She held her shaking arms out toward Tom and he scrambled over her. Her cunt was such a soaking mess that his prick slid up her cave without having to be guided in, and he covered her mouth with his own cuntjuice-smeared mouth. Their tongues met as his prick began to slide in and out.

Ann's tunnel was contracting with spasmic twitches as she was taken over by her orgasm. She pumped her hips and writhed wildly under Tom's hard-working body. It seemed to him that her cunt was trying to swallow his prick, but he kept pulling it back from those sucking lips of her starving cunt.

Since she'd already sucked his prick and it had been swimming in the fur as he ate her, Tom's orgasm wasn't far behind Ann's. As his prick sank in the depths of her cunt, then was drawn out until the head was between the lips, he began to feel the waves of joy that preceded spilling his gism.

Ann passed the peak of her pleasure and looked up at Tom's face as he closed in on ecstasy. She remembered the faces she'd seen the night before as they wore a similar expression, and again felt the pang of perverted pleasure that was part of that strange thrill of peeking. She could see on her husband's face all the passion that was in him.

As his prick jerked inside her, searing her cunt lining with hot cream, it was all written there on his twisted features. Still, Ann would have like to stick her head in her crotch and watch that prick ramming up her tunnel. She wondered if there were any positions she could use that would give her a good view.

Tom was winding down, collapsing on Ann's tits, his chest heaving with great sighs. They lay there like that, as they always did after a fucking, but this time Ann was thinking about something else. She couldn't get the scene she'd seen the night before out of her mind, and it was a constant source of lust. If she thought there was another such scene available to her eyes, she would have thrown Tom off her and run to see it.

The next day, right after Tom and Ann finished dinner, they heard Ted's Jeep pull up to take them to the Taylors' party. Ann answered the door and brought Ted in. He had Betty, from the diner, with him.

"Hope we're not too early," Ted said. "There's plenty of time."

"Take off your coat," Tom said. "Come on in, sit down and have a drink."

Tom was already taking sly peeks at Betty's tits, as he mixed four drinks. Ted pulled out a baggie full of marijuana and began rolling a joint. They all sat in front of the fire, sipping drinks and smoking grass.

"Who's going to be at this party?" Ann asked.

"Oh, I don't know. Probably the Clarks, the Apples, Arnold Burns. The regular crowd," Ted said.

Ann and Tom had heard of most of those people, but had only met a few of them. This party was going to be a good chance for them to meet the people they'd been hearing about.

"Let's just hope certain people don't show up," Betty said.

Ann and Tom looked at her in surprise.

"Betty's old boy friend is back in town and is giving her a hard time," Ted said. "He told me to stay away from her. Can you imagine? He hasn't even seen her for three years and he thinks he owns her."

This was getting exciting, Ann thought. Since they'd been in Owlsport they seemed to hear about all sorts of problems and fights people had been having. In the city those things were always hushed up, but here everything seemed out in the open.