Brian Laver: Peeping wife

Ann sat back on the church pew and relaxed. Church pews were good sellers, people liked to put them on their front porches, and Ann and Tom had just bought two dozen of them to sell to the customers they hoped to attract to their new shop. Tom had driven the pick-up to get the stuff they bought at the auction in Jamesville the night before and Ann was getting the shop in shape for the opening.

Spring was already in the air and the tourists would be flowing through very soon. Ann and Tom wanted to have their new antique store opened in time; in fact, they had to have it opened in time. They couldn't afford to lose one sale. It had taken everything they had and more, to come to Owlsport and start a new life for themselves.

It had been a rough winter, but Ann thought things had gone well, and now she was willing to relax a little. She lit a cigarette and rested one hand on her thigh. She and Tom had hardly had time to fuck, they'd been so busy, and Ann had been awfully horny. It had gotten to the point where all she had to do was touch herself on any sensitive spot and her cunt would moisten.

Now she was feeling that tingling again. Looking around the shop, she realized that no one could see her, the windows were covered with brown paper and she decided to let herself go. There was something about jerking off in a place like that that made it more exciting than doing it at home.

The shop was a mess with half their stock there, scattered about, and more stuff piled in boxes. She stood and looked at herself in the long mirror that was part of an old dressing table. The mirror was covered with dust, but Ann could see her slim but curvy figure and her blond hair sticking out of the scarf she was wearing to keep it clean. She grabbed the bottom of her blouse and pulled down on it, making the material press against her big, firm tits. In her excitement, her nipples hardened and stood out on the rounded domes of her jugs.

Turning one way, then the other, Ann admired the view and was getting hornier by the second. Taking a few steps closer to the mirror, she slipped a hand between two buttons of her blouse and touched one stiff gumdrop. Her flesh jumped under her fingers, puckering tighter into a hard knot. Unbuttoning a few buttons, she pulled the curtain of her blouse aside and watched in the mirror as one of her tits pecked out at her.

After a long winter her skin was white as snow, and the nipple looked an even darker brown than usual. Ann slowly wrapped a hand around the boob and squeezed. Her cunt oozed as if her tit was a sponge and she was squeezing love juice from it directly to her pussy. Her tit was very firm and it stood proudly on her chest as she massaged it.

Ann unbuttoned the rest of her blouse with her free hand and slipped it off. Now she filled both hands with luscious tit flesh. She moved those globes around on her chest in circles. Her face wore a wanton expression, her eyelids banging low and her mouth slightly open, she noticed in the mirror.

Ann held her hands over the blunt tips of her tits, letting the nipples stick through her fingers. Then, sliding the hands back and forth, she filled herself with lust by stimulating those brown buttons. Her knees felt weak as she climbed the heights of passion.

One after the other, she pushed her tits up toward her face and stuck out her tongue. She covered the bumpy disks of skin with licks while watching herself in the mirror. When she let go of the knockers they would fall heavily to her chest with a quick quiver, then stand still and proudly again.

Standing steadily with her feet firmly planted, Ann faced the mirror and reached for the button that held her jeans closed. She wore her pants on the tight side so when the button was popped she felt her waist become freed. As she lowered her zipper the pants opened like a banana peel. Ann watched her lower belly come into view, a field of soft whiteness punctuated by her deep belly button.

The pearly shine of her bikini undies stretched across the view of her belly in the vee of her opened pants. Ann grabbed her jeans and pulled them down. Standing in front of the mirror like that made her breathe hard in horny excitement as she peeled herself. Stepping out of her jeans and sneakers at the same time left her with only her tiny panties hiding her nakedness.

With trembling fingers, she lowered that last garment. As the nylon left her crotch, she felt the cool air of the room on the wetness there. Ann's eyes moved up and down the reflection of her nude body and she liked what she saw.

She reached for her cunt and combed her fingers through the dark curly hair that covered the plump mound. As each hair tugged at its root in her twat, Ann felt a wave of pleasure pass through her with the promise of much more enjoyment to come. Then she wrapped her hand around those spongy lips. Her love juice scared her palm as she gasped in blissful lust.

Aligning her fingers on either side of her crack, she spread the lips and rolled her hips forward to get a look. A vertical, pink smile looked back at her. She could see the inner lips protruding and they glistened with slippery juice.

Holding the gash opened with two fingers, Ann touched the wiggling ridges of flesh within the twat with her middle finger. One touch made her shake with greedy wantonness. She played her finger around in the slot, poking into the cave, running along the inner lips and tickling the sheath of skin that protected her clit.

With her other hand she lifted a tit to her face again. It was easy to look down at the reflection of her cunt and stick out her tongue to lick the nipple of that boob, and the sight of herself in that kinky position added to her pleasure. The thought of Tom walking in on her made her shiver, but the door was locked.

After fingering her pussy and licking her tit for a while, Ann was ready for something a little different. She pulled up an old bent-oak chair and sat down. Slouching in the chair brought her crotch up into view in the mirror. Ann put a foot on each side of the dressing table and pushed the chair back on its rear legs.

Without touching herself, she studied her crotch. The curls stood bristling on her mound, but they thinned out as her eyes traveled down the gash. Her cunt was open slightly from the position of her legs, and a pink swatch shined between the lips. She let her gaze continue down the crack, over an inch of skin to her asshole. The tight ring seemed to be looking back at her.

With a trembling finger, Ann reached around her hips and into her crotch. She touched that puckered hole and felt her flesh tighten with the excitement. The hole was sucked in as her muscles contracted involuntarily.

Leaving the asshole, Ann touched the loose lips of her cunt. Running the finger up and down the crack, she began to slide it deeper with each stroke. Her inner lips were pushed aside as her finger traveled into the cave. Her stroking finger began probing up the oozing tunnel, stirring the tender lining and rising higher and higher up the narrow passage.

As her middle finger was stuck its full length into her pussy sleeve, she brought her ring finger to the crack and wet it with the slippery fluid that was seeping out of that envelope. When the finger was slippery enough, she moved it to the puckered aperture of her ass and pressed it on that dot. Concentrating on relaxing the small hole, she was able to slide the well-lubed finger into that tight chamber.

Then Ann added her index finger to the middle finger in her cunt. With her crotch full of fingers like that she was able to drive herself wild with crazy lust. As she wiggled the fingers in her pussy, she could feel the movement with the finger up her us. The thin membrane that separated the two passages was stretched and pushed around as she moved and twisted her fingers.