Brian Laver: Peeping wife

The idea that before the night was over they might see Ted defending his right to go put with Betty seemed exciting.

After another drink and a few more joints, it was time to go. Things started early in the country.

In the city, Ann and Tom would go to parties at nine or nine-thirty, but in Owlsport, people went to bed early and got up early.

Ann and Tom followed Ted and Betty in their own car. Before long, Tom was glad that Ted had offered to lead them there. They would never have been able to follow directions to the place. It was on the other side of the lake, off the main road, up the ridge, then off on a dirt road that snaked trough the woods.

Finally, they came to a clearing full of parked cars and a beautiful, modern house. It was lighted in every window and seemed strange out there in the black darkness of the woods. As soon as they got out of their cars they could hear loud conversations and laughter. They were glad it was going to be that sort of party. They didn't want to face a bunch of strangers if everyone was solemn and quiet.

Ted kept leading them even though the cars were parked. He opened the front door and walked in without knocking. The house was full. They left their coats on a bed in one of the bedrooms, and began milling about. The people looked like typical transplanted city types. They wore jeans and work shoes or hiking boots, but none of their clothing looked broken in.

A lot of the faces were familiar. After all, in a town that size it didn't take long to see just about everybody on the street or in a restaurant. Ann and Tom lost Ted somewhere and, were on their own. "Hello there. You must be the Gables," a good-looking, older guy said to them. "I'm Bert Taylor."

Tom introduced Ann and himself. Soon, Madge Taylor came over and joined them. She was a very beautiful woman, Tom noticed, and even tough she was at least ten years older than him, he couldn't help wondering how a woman her age would be in bed.

"So, you're the young couple opening the antique store." Then she looked around and called a man over. "This is John Cramer, your competition. These are the people opening that new shop, John."

It turned out that John had had the only antique shop in the vicinity until then. He seemed very nice and he gave them some advice. Then he disappeared into the crowd.

Ann and Tom made their way to the bar, but on the way Ann was waylaid by Madge. Tom found himself drifting. He grabbed a drink and spotted Betty standing alone. This would be a good chance to get to know her, Tom thought as he sidled up to her.

"Any sign of your boy friend?" he asked.

"No. I really don't think he would show up here. Ted just likes to exaggerate."

"Me you and Ted, uh, lovers?" Tom asked.

Betty smiled at him but didn't say anything at first. Tom smiled back at her.

"Sometimes," she finally said. "We help each other out once in a while, you might say."

That was an interesting answer, Tom thought. He wondered if she would help him out someday. They made small talk for a while. Betty told him the guy Ted had mentioned was the father of her first baby. He was run out of town for getting her pregnant, and now he showed up with big plans for her and the baby.

As interesting as her story was, Tom was having trouble paying attention. He was distracted by her tits and the way her hips flared. He had never fucked another chick since he'd married Ann, but he was getting restless. He was wondering what the best way to get this chick alone would be.

When Ann found her husband talking to Betty she figured it was normal since she was one of the few people they knew there. She came up to join them. Tom hoped his face didn't give him away. He left Ann and Betty after a few minutes and began cruising. After a few drinks, he was less shy about meeting his new neighbors, and he talked to a lot of people, but he kept track of Betty.

After about an hour the mood of the party seemed to change. Most of the people were at least tipsy, and almost all of them had been passing joints around. Ann had checked out the action in the bedrooms, and found that several times a guy and chick would go into one of them and close the door.

When she saw Sarah, a woman she'd just met, duck into one of the bedrooms with a guy she'd met with his wife, she got too interested to let the opportunity pass. There wasn't anyone else in the hallway, so she strolled over to the door and listened. She didn't hear anything, but noticed that light was coming through the keyhole.

It would be terribly embarrassing to be caught on her knees at a keyhole, but she knew she was going to have to chance it. Taking a look around to make sure she was alone, she crouched down to the keyhole and peered through it. Cool air was streaming out of the hole and it made her eye water, but she kept looking.

The two people were sitting on the bed, the guy holding Sarah's hand. They were talking, but Ann couldn't make out what it was they were saying.

Just seeing them through the keyhole like that was so exciting that Ann's heart was pounding. If anything was going to happen, she wondered what she would do.

"Okay, but let's hurry," she heard Sarah say through the door.

Ann swallowed hard in a pip of hope and passion as they began moving around. She saw Sarah reach up under her skirt and pull her panties off. They guy unfastened his pants and pulled them down. His prick was already stiff.

Sarah pulled her skirt up around her waist and lay back on the pile of coats on the bed. The guy kissed her as he lowered himself between her lop. Ann could see his prick searching for the entrance to the girl's crotch. Soon, they were coupled and pumping.

Ann's throat was dry as she breathed quickly and heavily in the excitement of voyeuristic pleasure. The fuckers were pumping fast in an attempt to get it over with before they were caught. If they'd known they were already caught, in a way, they might have jumped up and hidden from the peeping eye, but Ann had a feeling that they wouldn't even have minded.

Then, through her lust-addled brain, she heard a sound behind her. She sprang from the door and tripped. She managed to catch herself on one hand, sprawled clumsily. Her drink had spilled.

"Can I help?" a voice asked.

Ann looked up to see Phil Apple reach toward her with a helping hand. She took his hand and stood up.

"I tripped," she said. Her face burned with excitement and fear that he'd seen her looking through the keyhole. She wanted to get away from him as fast as possible, but she couldn't do that without seeming suspicious.

Phil looked at her strangely, then looked at the door. Ann realized that he hadn't seen her looking through the keyhole, but she could see him figuring out what she'd been up to as sounds of wanton pleasure came drifting through the door. His eyebrows lifted slightly, and Ann looked down at the floor.

"Clumsy of me to have spilled my drink," she said, and picked up the glass.

"Let me get you another," he offered.

Ann thanked him and walked with him to the bar. Anything to get away from the moans of pleasure that could be heard clearly now, giving her perversion away.

Ann got away from Phil as soon as she could and drank her fresh drink down in one long gulp. She was trembling from the close call, and was promising herself never to peek again.

She'd had enough for one night, and decided to find Tom and tell him that she wanted to go home. He wasn't anywhere in sight though, and she began to feel impatient. The only thing to do was to have another drink.

If Ann hadn't been scared to continue peeking, she might have found Tom. He had seen Betty heading for the bathroom and had followed, not knowing what would happen. He saw the bathroom door close and he waited. After all the drinks he'd had he felt that anything was possible.