The next morning Ann made breakfast far Jane, Joe and Tom. Jane and Joe looked different to her after having watched them fuck the night before. It was as if she were seeing them for the first time. She had never imagined Joe, with his trim and proper appearance, could be such a tiger in bed. Joe caught her looking at him a few times; and Ann was afraid he might know that she had peeked, but, of course, he didn't.
Joe and Jane had to get going early, but they promised to stop again on their way home. Tom and Ann had things to do too. They had to get to the city, Ann and Tom thought all that stuff was like magic.
"Well, the party's tomorrow night, about eight. I'll stop over first 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 more 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 horny, 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 the 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 fin 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 not 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.
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. Ann 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 far it showed 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 mound 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.
"Uh-h-h-h-H-H," Ann gasped with a jerk of her body. "Come on, b-baby. F-f-fuck!"
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 spastic 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 pecking. 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.