Ann drifted off in a relaxed daze after that orgasm and didn't hear the truck pull up. It wasn't until Tom called to her that she opened her eyes and lifted her head. Then she realized that he was there in the shop, coming toward her. The door hadn't been locked after all and he, or anyone, could have walked in on her as she sat naked in front of the mirror with her fingers in her crotch. She would have to be more careful in the future, she realized.
"Caught you napping, huh?" Tom said with a smile. "Come on. Help me unload the truck, then we'll go home."
Ann's body felt like lead as she lifted herself from the pew. Once she began moving though, she started to feel better. They carried in the two brass beds and boxes of assorted antiques they had bought.
"Well, I think we have enough stuff to get going with anyhow," Tom said. "We won't have to put out any more money until some starts coming in."
"That's good, because we don't really have any more," Ann said.
They locked the door and climbed into the pick-up. There were still hard crusts of snow on the ground, but the grass was already beginning to grow beneath it. As Tom turned onto the dirt road that led to their farmhouse, he shifted the truck into four-wheel drive and they bounced along.
Life had been nicer since they'd come out here and left the city behind. They'd both had good jobs in the city, and made plenty of money. They were working harder now than they ever did before and they weren't making a cent yet; in fact, they'd spent everything they had saved to buy the old house and start the antique store. But they were glad they had made the move and looked forward to success.
"What do you want for dinner?" Ann asked.
Tom reached over to her thigh and grabbed it. "You," he said.
"That will have to wait until after dinner. I'm starving."
After her masturbatory fun at the shop, Ann wanted to wait awhile before getting herself off again, and she was hungry, but it gave her a thrill in her cunt to have Tom grab her thigh like that, and she could see the lump in his pants.
When they got into the house, Ann immediately began fixing dinner. Tom, munching on a carrot, followed her around and talked about his ideas for the sign he was going to make for the shop. He stepped up to Ann's back and reached around her body and grabbed one of her tits in a strong grip. She felt his hard prick pressing into a firm cheek of her ass, and her cunt heated up.
"Come on now," she said, twisting out of his grasp. "Don't get me all hot and bothered while I'm trying to get dinner ready."
"Oh, shit. I forgot to tell you," Tom said suddenly. "Joe called last night while you were out. He and Jane are going to Jamesville and I told them to stop by and spend the night. They should be here this evening sometime. Don't worry about dinner though, they said they wouldn't be able to make it in time to eat with us."
"Oh, I wish you'd told me earlier," Ann said.
"Well, it won't make any difference," Tom said. "It'll be just like old times. We'll just sit around and have a few drinks."
Joe and Jane had been their best friends in the city, and Ann was eager to see them again, but she was afraid their visit might spoil her and Tom's plans for fucking that evening.
"Maybe we can talk them into moving up here," Tom said. "When they see how nicely you've decorated this place they'll see how good an old farmhouse can look."
"It would be nice if they did move here. I miss them," Ann said.
They finished dinner and were just drying the last dishes when they heard a car come up the drive. Both of them ran out to the front porch to greet their old friends. Joe and Jane got out of their car and ran into the waiting arms of Ann and Tom. After hugs and kisses they all went into the house.
As the guests took off their coats, Tom built a fire. They were soon sitting round a crackling blaze, sipping brandy.
"You've fixed this place up beautifully," Jane said.
Ann offered to show Jane around the house, and a she stood, Tom realized that he'd forgotten how he had always enjoyed ogling Jane. She had a spectacular body and dressed to show it off. He had already taken in the sensuous curve of her heavy tits under the tight wrapping of her sweater, but now as she left the room with his wife, he feasted his eyes on her swaying ass. The curve of those cheeks had the same luscious curve as her tits, and Tom wondered what she would look like naked.
Jane was small, with dark-brown hair streaming down over her shoulders, as different from Ann as a woman could be. He wished he could trade partners with Joe for a night, but that had never come up in their friendship, and he didn't think it would go over.
Joe had known for a long time that Tom enjoyed looking his wife over, and he had as much fun sizing up Ann. Joe was a tall, slim guy with a thin, finely chiseled face, unlike Tom, who was big and broad with a rugged handsomeness.
"This looks like the life, all right," Joe told his old buddy as he reached toward the fire with his feet.
"It really is, Joe. You should think of moving up here. The city is no place to live."
"Yeah, I know. But the job and all. I'm not the type to open an antique store or anything like that," Joe said.
Tom had to agree about that, but he didn't say so. Joe had always played it safe and he wouldn't leave his secure job. Tom liked to take chances, and the antique shop was a big risk.
The girls came back and they all sat and talked. Joe and Jane told them all about their mutual friends back in the city, and what they had been doing. Ann and Tom wait on about the shop, the house and Owlsport.
"I've always heard about life in a small town," Ann said. "And now I know it's all true. Everybody knows everything about everybody."
They told them about the new friends they had made in Owlsport and all the funny things that living in a small town meant. Joe and Jane laughed, and Ann could see they didn't believe that they were telling them the literal truth, but then she wouldn't have believed the things that had happened to them there before they moved here.
They all drank a lot of brandy, and they had all had a hard day, so the conversation ground to a halt at about eleven. Joe dragged in a suitcase, and he and Jane went up to the spare mom. Tom and Ann went into their own room to undress for bed. Ann could see that Tom was out on his fret, and she gave up hope for any action that night.
Tom dropped right into bed and began snoring. Ann went to the bathroom to wash, but as she passed the door to the spare room, she heard giggling. Then she felt a funny feeling in her guts. She had never felt anything quite like it before. It was a combination of pleasure and numbness.
She wait into the bathroom and stood there, concentrating on the feeling. It was centered in her cunt, but it radiated throughout her body. It was a sexy feeling, but she didn't want to get fucked.
There seemed to be something in her that kept her from realizing what it was that the feeling was urging her toward. With a great effort, she let herself go and found what was at the bottom of this strange experience.
When she realized that she wanted to peek at Joe and Jane, she was shocked. The realization was too real to dismiss though, and too powerful to resist. Her body was moving on its own, dragging her back into the hallway in front of her guests' door.
She saw that the door wasn't quite closed, and as she drifted by she peered in and saw them standing there. It had been a quick glance, but she had seen that Jane was reaching behind her to unfasten her bra and Joe was standing in his shorts, folding his pants in front of him.
Ann rushed silently into her room and turned off the light, then creeped back out to the ball. Now the only light was in the guest room and the guests were in view through that slot between the door and doorjamb. Ann's heart was pounding and her breath was rasping in her throat as it rushed in and out of her open mouth.
She was dressed in her flannel robe, and she grabbed at her tits trough the thick material. Her cunt was buzzing with excitement. She couldn't remember ever being so turned on.
She got back to her vantage point just in time to see Jane toss her bra on a chair. Her tits drooped slightly. Huge, brown nipples covered the tips of those mammoth jugs, and as Jane bent down to pull off her pants, Ann saw her tin swing loose and low.
Ann shifted her attention to Joe, who had pulled off his shorts and was standing naked, looking at his wife. His prick was soft, but Ann thought she could see it begin to stir. As she focused on the hanging cock, she convinced herself that it was using.
Oh, fuck her. Please fuck her, Ann repeated over and over to herself.
She wanted to see those two go at it. That was what had caused that strange feeling to settle in her stomach. It was pure voyeuristic lust. As Joe's cock rose so did Ann's hopes. She'd never seen anyone fuck before, and now she was suddenly dying to.
Jane pulled down her panties and stood naked. She didn't seem to notice her husband's interest, but she was giving Ann a good view. Jane was facing the door, showing Ann the dark patch of curls that hid her crack. Ann was amazed to feel an attraction to that fuzzy triangle.
Joe attracted Ann's attention again as he stepped toward his wife. His prick was almost fully inflated now, and Ann saw it twitching and bobbing its head. Joe came to his wife's side and racked for one of her sagging tits. As he scooped up the flagging boob and pressed his fingers into its softness, Ann sighed with pleasure.
Jane turned to face Joe and they kissed. Joe moved his hand down the delicate curve of his wife's back to her ass, where he grabbed another handful of flesh. His fingertips crept to her deep crevice and disappeared.
Ann couldn't believe how exciting it was to watch this scene acted out. It was better than having a guy caressing and kissing her, she realized, but she was too excited at the moment to think about it. She began to lift the long skirt of her gown to get her fingers busy in her cunt. She knew that she was going to witness a fucking, and she was going to enjoy it.
Joe led Jane to the bed and, standing by it, he wrapped his arms around her waist and kissed her again. Then he lifted her short body off the floor and together they fell onto the bed. They made a shivering sound as their naked bodies hit the cold sheets. They scrambled under the covers, pulling them up to their chins. Ann felt a profound disappointment fill her, but she was still hopeful of seeing quite a bit.
They began kissing again, and as they rolled around, the sheets and blankets began to be pulled down their bodies until Ann could see one of Jane's tits again. By this time, Ann had her gown pulled up to her waist and her hand on her itching cunt. As she watched Joe put his hand around the jellied softness of that tit, Ann poked a finger carefully up her twat.
She wanted to last as long as the fuckers on the bed, so she kept her cuntal tickling light. Still, her body doubled over slightly with the delicious sensations she was rubbing into herself. She managed to hold up her gown and play with her tit with her left hand. Standing there, playing with herself and watching those two on the bed was the greatest experience of her life, she thought. She was so excited that she had to be careful not to make too much noise breathing.
Joe kissed his way down his wife's neck to her tit. Ann crept closer to the door to get a better look. She could see him holding the tit as he lowered his face to it. His tongue came out and made circles around the hard nipples on the bumpy areola. Ann imitated the motion of his tongue on her own tit with her finger. Jane had her head thrown back in a fit of sexual bliss.
"M-m-m-m, that feels so good, honey," Jane said softly, but loudly enough for Ann to hear.
I'll bet it does, Ann thought silently as she watched that tongue moving around on the nipple.
She let herself pierce her twat deeper with her finger. She knew that as long as she stayed away from her clitoris she could stir herself up to a fever pitch without coming. She let her finger unconsciously wander around in the wet folds of flesh as she kept, her eyes glued on the lovers.
Joe had sucked up a huge mouthful of his wife's tit and was munching noisily on it. Ann could see the covers move as he slid his hand down to Jane's twat. It looked like a gopher burrowing under a lawn. Ann wished she could watch that hand attack the cunt under there, but she wasn't doing too badly, and her lust was rising uncontrollably.
Before long, Joe was on his way down his wife's body again. Dragging the covers down with him, he was kissing a path down Jane's belly. Ann knew what was coming, and she crept even closer to the door to peer in. The deeper into their lovemaking they were, the less likely they would be to see her, Ann figured.
Jane lifted one knee and the covers slipped down. Now Ann could see her belly and thigh, and it was only the area between that she couldn't see; the best part. She rose up on her tiptoes, but still couldn't see her friend's cunt. But Joe slipped between her legs and pulled the covers all the way off. Now the sight of Jane's bristling cunt hair made Ann gasp.
Ann's view was from the side and foot of the bed, so she could see right into Jane's crotch now that Joe had uncovered it. His face was moving down her lower belly, and Ann saw his chin move into the hair, followed by his mouth and nose. He passed the hairy triangle and began kissing the tops of his wife's thighs, licking the creases between the thighs and pussy-mound.
Jane moved her body in sensuous grinds and sent her tits swimming on her chest. Ann watched the boobs wobbling around drunkenly, then fastened her gaze on Joe's work between Jane's legs again. He was moving his tongue over the surface of the curls, and when he thought he was at the right spot, he sent his tongue through the hairs to the salty lips within.
Ann could tell the exact moment his tongue entered her gash by the way Jane gave a shiver. She wished she could feel a tongue in her cunt rather than her own finger, and she envied her friend, but at the same time she wouldn't have traded places. She could get her cunt lapped any time, and Tom was good at it, but the chance to watch someone else getting it was a rare opportunity.
Joe's head moved up and down and in circles as he filled Jane's snatch with licks of his lashing tongue. His wife's body was moving more and more wantonly as her passion mounted. Ann was doing pretty well out in the hallway too. She was switching hands in her twat, licking the juice from the hand she'd just pulled out. Then she went back to playing with her tit with her free hand.
When Ann saw Jane push one of her loose tits up to her face and suck on it, she did the same. Jane was rocking herself with a quick, steady rhythm now, brining her twat down on her husband's tongue with each rock. Faint, weak moans were drifting out of the crack in the door now, and Ann let her own moans out in time with Jane's so she wouldn't be heard.
Both women were getting close to spilling their lust, and Joe's bobbing head was increasing in speed. Ann rubbed her cunt faster and harder to keep up. The smell of her own cunt cream came wafting up to her nose.
Ann saw Jane give her body a violent twist and she knew she was coming. She gave her own clit a few good rubs and felt her own climax descend on her. She had to keep her jaw clenched tightly closed to avoid giving herself away. Even though Jane was making a lot of noise, Ann didn't dare chance spoiling the whole scene.
She had to reach out and grab the doorjamb to steady herself as she quaked in ecstasy. Usually, she closed her eyes when she came, but this time she fought to keep them opened so she could keep watching Jane writhing on the bed. It was a beautiful sight. She had always loved to look up at Tom as he came while fucking her, but she had never seen another woman climaxing. She knew she looked like that too, when Tom sucked her pussy.
Ann and Jane stopped shaking with tremors of rapture at about the same time. Ann stood leaning on the wall and Jane remained on her back on the bed. Joe crawled up beside his wife and rested his stiff prick on her thigh.
The sight of Joe's cock brought back Ann's interest, and she knew the show wasn't over. Before long, Jane began slithering down Joe's body to his prick. Ann saw her come face to face with the pulsing rod, stick her tongue out and give it a curling lick. The cock reacted by jerking more vigorously.
Jane attacked the prick with a flurry of licks, then opened wide and took the fat head into her mouth. Act two was going to be even better than act one, Ann told herself, and she wondered if she could manage to squeeze another orgasm out of her tired cunt. After watching Jane blow Joe for a few seconds, she was sure she could bring herself off once more.
When she tucked her fingers back into her twat the interior was very tender from recent hard use, but the bud of her clit was hardening again. Jane's head was moving up and down, making Joe's prick appear and disappear. She was really swallowing the dong, Ann could see, and she gave Jane credit for being a great cocksucker.
Jane lifted Joe's balls in her hand and slid her fingers under them. Ann could imagine what she was doing under there. She knew what she was doing to her own crotch – sinking three fingers in her flowing cave.
Jane's head began to lower on the fleshy pole until her nose was touching his pubic hair, and Ann realized that the cock head must be going right down her throat. She had never been able to swallow Tom like that, but she would have to try.
Suddenly, Jane lifted her head from Joe's tool, leaving it shining with her saliva and twitching violently.
"Fuck me," Jane said as she rolled over on her back.
Joe covered his wife's body with his own and poked his prick at her crotch. He reached down to guide himself to the wet lips, and Ann could see his ass glide down as he thrust his prick home. He began pumping in the same rhythm Jane had used when his cock had been in her mouth.
Ann could see his prick between their crotches when he lifted his hips. She could feel that prick in her own cunt as her imagination was stimulated by that incredible sight. Once again Jane began crying out in pangs of pleasure. They were both going to come this time, and Joe was already grunting with eager excitement.
Ann was thrusting two fingers up her snatch like a prick fucking her. Every time Joe sent his rod up Jane's cunt, Ann stabbed her pussy with those two fingers, and she gave her clit a jab with her thumb so she wouldn't be left behind when the fuckers on the bed hit their orgasms. Again she had to clamp her mouth shut to keep from giving herself away by screaming in passionate insanity.
Joe's hips began to pump wildly as he groaned in ecstasy. Jane's moans were getting shrill too, and felt her own orgasm bloom. Ann knew that Joe would be filling Jane's twat with thick cum. Her fingers were doing a good job in her cunt, but she wouldn't feel the searing heat of gism being pumped into her.
The bed under the lovers was creaking and bouncing as they crashed their hips together madly. She saw them collapse in a heap. Joe stayed on top of Jane, still and quiet.
Ann's orgasm melted away, and she backed into the dark. By the time she got into bed she was exhausted and would have fallen asleep immediately if she weren't still excited by the new thrill of having watched her friends fucking. She replayed the scene a few times, then dropped off to sleep.