A few days after the party, Joe and Jane came back to Tom and Ann's on their way home. They came for dinner and were going to spend the night. Naturally, Ann was in a passion with the idea of peeking at them again. The promise she made to herself never to peek again when she had almost been caught peeking at the party by Phil Apple, was forgotten as the memory of the pleasure she'd derived from voyeurism far outstripped the embarrassment.
Ann could hardly enjoy the company of her old friends because she was so anxious for them all to go to bed so she could have another chance to peek. Tom was drinking a lot again, and Ann kept filling his glass. If he didn't go right to sleep, her chances would be shot.
In an effort to get Jane and Joe in the mood to put on a show for her, Ann was giving Joe good shots of her tits as they appeared in her low-cut sweater when she bent in front of him to pour him drinks. Also, she had worn a skirt so she could show him her creamy thighs as she sat facing him.
Joe didn't fail to notice the view, Ann was glad to see, and she got a little carried away. She sat with her knees apart, and even hung one of her legs over the arm of the easy chair, showing Joe the white crotch of her panties. She watched to see if Jane or Tom were wise to her, but Tom was too interested in ogling Jane to notice, and Jane was talking and laughing in her usual good humor without suspecting a thing.
Joe and Jane were on their way back from visiting with Jane's parents and they told Ann and Tom all about it. Joe was a good story-teller, and he made it sound like a lot of fun and very funny. Jane kept interrupting him to correct some point of fact, but the correction wasn't as funny as the way Joe told it.
Tom told them that the shop was almost ready to open, and he gave them the usual pitch about moving to Owlsport. Tom even mentioned that if the shop worked out, they could hire them. Joe thanked him, but repeated that he didn't think he could ever leave his good job in the city.
Ann could see that Tom was ready to fall asleep, and she wondered how she could get them all to retire. She didn't really feel like yawning, but she managed one anyhow because she knew that yawns were contagious and they could remind someone that they were tired when they were too high or numb to realize it.
It worked perfectly. After Ann yawned, Tom opened his mouth and pulled in a huge amount of air. Next, Jane gave a diminutive yawn with her hand placed daintily in front of her mouth.
Ann hadn't said a word in a while, and she refused to add fuel to the conversation. She just wanted everything to stop and everyone to go upstairs. Finally, Joe reached over to his wife's knee and gave it a playful slap.
"Well, honey, are you ready to hit the hay?" Jane said she was, and Ann felt a rush of excitement as if she'd just been offered a rare treat. Actually, she had, or at least the chance of one. She told Tom that they should go to bed too.
"I'll wash up in the kitchen," Ann said. "So you two can go right up and have the bathroom."
Ann knew that Tom would fall right into bed without washing as he usually did when he was stoned. Joe and Jane climbed the stairs and Ann [missing text].
With her eyes wide in the dark room, Ann listened. The sound came again, and there could be no doubting that it was a gentle knock on her door. She sat up, but didn't move. What could it mean? Then she saw the door open slightly, and in the faint light of the hallway a head was outlined.
"Ann?" a voice whispered. It was Joe, Ann realized.
She slid out of bed and went to the figure at her door. She held her nightgown around her in a mock modesty.
Joe moved out of her way so Ann could slip out in the hall with him. She couldn't imagine what he wanted, but she knew that she'd better not wake Tom.
"What is it?" she whispered.
Joe was standing there in his pajamas, and Ann couldn't help noticing that there was a slight bulge at his crotch. His prick was rising.
"Come downstairs for a minute. I want to talk to you," Joe said.
They went down to the living room and sat near the still-warm fireplace.
"I hope you weren't too disappointed when Jane and I didn't fuck," he said.
Ann felt her jaw drop and her cheeks flush. So Joe knew what she'd been up to. Again her perversion had gotten her into an embarrassing position. Should she deny that she knew what he was talking about? she wondered. She decided to say nothing and see what would happen next. Joe didn't seem angry.
"Don't be embarrassed," Joe said. "I dig peeking, too."
"I just happened to notice you stepping out of your pants and it caught my eye," she said. "I wasn't going to watch you and Jane…"
She decided to shut up. If he knew she had watched them fuck the last time they had stayed, she would be making an ass and a liar out of herself.
"Come on," Joe said with a smile. "Let's level with each other. I would have loved to watch Tom slipping it to you. I'm not ashamed to admit it."
"Well, why tell me about it?" Ann asked. She really didn't know what he had in mind.
"I thought we'd have some fun," he said. "If you want to peek at me, I'll do something that'll make it worthwhile. Then, if you want to repay the favor, you can. I'd love to watch you doing something interesting."
Ann was intrigued and excited, but she didn't know exactly what Joe had in mind. It was strange being in this position with a guy she'd known for years.
"What do you want to do?" she asked with interest.
"Want to watch me jerk off?" he asked.
Ann didn't answer right away. The question seemed too absurd, but it wasn't any more absurd than her peeking into Joe's room. Her new perversion had put her in a totally different position. As Joe's words sunk in, she realized that she would love to watch him jerk off. In fact, she couldn't think of anything she'd like better.
Ann wanted to tell him that she'd take him up on his deal, but she simply couldn't say no. After being a normal, proper girl for so long she found it impossible to tell an old friend that she would indeed like to watch him jerk off. She couldn't even nod her head. Fortunately, she didn't have to. Joe realized the difficulty she was having, so he just pretended that she'd said yes.
"Can I watch you jerk off too?" he asked.
Again, Ann was gripped by a fantastic surge of lust. If his words were having such a powerful effect on her, what would happen if she actually did what he was suggesting? Joe saw that she was paralyzed with lustful fear, so he just began the game and let her pick it up when she was ready.
He stood and, ignoring Ann's presence on the couch, began to unbutton his pajama tops. Ann could see that the crotch of the bottoms was standing out like a tent. Her cunt was going wild, leaking juice over the tops of her thighs. She wanted so badly to show Joe how she could take care of her pussy that she trembled, but she was still too shocked to budge.
Joe dropped his pajama tops on the couch, then pulled off the bottoms. Ann's eyes widened as she saw his stiff prick twitching in front of him. She knew that she could have taken that cock and put it in her mouth or cunt, but what Joe had suggested was so much more exciting. She was still trying to gather her courage to join in the game.
Joe lifted the iron poker from the fireplace and poked the red coals. Then, he put on a small log and blew on the coals. As Ann watched his balls swinging between his legs, below his ass, she felt her arms loosen and she thought she might be able to pull her nightgown off.
Joe turned to face her again, and Ann glued her eyes to his prick. He just stood there and reached down to the spike bouncing in front of him. Ann watched as he wrapped his hand around the cock. After giving the loose skin a few strokes, he let go of the handle and grabbed his balls. Cradling them in his palm, his prick was free to bob steadily again.
Without taking her eyes from the incredible sight of him playing with himself, Ann grabbed the hem of her gown and began tugging it up over her legs. Lifting her ass from the crotch, she moved the flannel out from under her, then lost sight of Joe as she lifted the garment up over her head.
She'd never felt as naked as she did there on the couch with Joe looking down at her. She didn't look him in the eye, but just kept watching him handling his own prick and balls. She knew what she had to do, and it seemed that Joe was waiting.
He sat on the apposite end of the couch from her, still holding his balls. Resting his back on the arm of the couch, he brought his feet up and faced Ann.
She could look right into his crotch, seeing his balls hanging over the crack of his ass. The way his prick was standing, Ann could see the interesting pattern that guys had on the underside of their prick-head. Joe was running his fingers over the prick, taking his time so he wouldn't get too far ahead of Ann in their mutual masturbation.
Without saying a word, Ann slowly copied Joe's position on the couch. She could feel his eyes on the wet, hairy mound in the space between her thighs. Letting her legs open, she felt the cool air of the room on her exposed inner lips. She shook with excitement and kinky rapture as she realized that she was going to go through with this weird game.
Glancing up at Joe's face, she saw that he was staring into her cunt with as much horny fascination as she'd been watching his prick. Ann saw him slip his tongue out to wet his dry lips, and his eyelids were drooping in an expression of passion.
Ann brought her trembling hands to her thighs, touched the warm flesh and began sliding them down to her cunt. She let herself slide down in the couch, bringing her twat farther up into Joe's view. She'd jerked off in front of mirrors enough to know exactly what he was seeing, and she knew it was quite a sight.
As her fingers neared her twat, Joe grabbed his cock and slowly pumped the skin. It was becoming easier for Ann now, and she spread her legs farther. Then her fingers reached the padded lips and pulled them apart. She knew that the pink interior of her quim would be shining with lovejuice and the entrance to the cave would be stretched open so he could look right into it.
By that time, the direct joys of handling herself were equaling the perverted pleasure of making herself a display of masturbatory wantonness, and her movements were becoming automatic. As she touched the wiggling inner lips of her snatch, she lifted her other hand to one of her tits.
Now she was jerking off just as she always did. She watched Joe's fist moving up and down the shaft of his prick. She wanted to touch that standing dong, but she knew that would detract from the delicious kinkiness of this perverted [missing text].
As her finger stirred around in her twat, it also stirred up her lust. She lifted a leg over the back of the couch, giving Joe the greatest possible view, and herself the best possible access to her cunt. She pushed her tit up to her face and began to lick the nipple as she dipped her fingers into the deep tunnel of passion between her legs.
Ann alternated dipping her fingers up her snatch with rubbing the clit and folds of flesh surrounding it. She had done the same thing thousands of times, but the added ingredient of Joe's gaze in her crotch made it a hundred times more pleasurable.
Dropping her tit, she used both hands in her crotch. With one, she would slide a few fingers up and down in her cunt sleeve, and with the other she covered the hard kernel of her clit with quick, light strokes. Every few seconds, she would lift the clit-brushing hand to her face and smell and lick the juice of it.
She knew that she was giving Joe all he could ask for, and he was giving her a good show too. His hand was still moving up and down his pole, but now he had slipped his other hand down to his ass and was tickling that tight hole down there. Ann hoped to sec him enter that pit, and to give him some encouragement, she slipped her ring finger up her own asshole.
Joe watched her fingering her cunt and ass with fascinated lust. He began wiggling his own finger up the aperture of hiss ass, but first he drooled some saliva on the finger to lubricate it. He loved to finger his ass while he jerked off, as did Ann, and the thought that that lusty chick was watching him do that kinky thing thrilled him.
Ann's hips began pumping as her orgasm began to make itself felt. It was still in its infancy, but it wouldn't take long to grow into a full-fledged eruption. Ann shook with more and more desperation as her fingers wiggled in the twin holes of her crotch. Her tits quaked and her muscles tensed. In her passion, she had arched her back and brought her crotch up nearer Joe's staring eyes.
She began to moan, and Joe began a wild gasping sound. The couch was getting a real workout as they both felt their orgasms overpower them. Ann shook her hips like a woman shakes a dust mop out the window. Her fingers remained plugged in and wiggling, but her other hand was now needed to hold on to the couch. That gave Joe a better view anyhow.
Then it hit her. The result of that perverted showing and watching was one of the most powerful climaxes of her life. She tried to keep her moaning and groaning down so she wouldn't wake the sleeping spouses upstairs. She shook and drilled her cunt. It wasn't easy to keep her eyes, on Joe's jerking prick, but she did, and was rewarded with the sight of his cum spurting. It would have been a shame to miss that beautiful sight after all that.
His gism rose over his body and came down all over his belly. In her last pangs of ecstasy, Ann wished one of those gobs would come flying her way.
They both began slowing down at the same time, letting their asses settle into the soft couch. Then, breathing heavily, they looked at each other with dizzy smiles on their faces. They were both still holding their sexual tools, but they were now breathing hard from exhaustion rather than passion.
"That was fabulous," Joe said. His words seemed to break the barrier of perversion. They were old friends again, rather than displays for each other's stimulation.
"I'm glad you saw me at your door," Ann said. "I thought I was the only one interested in peeking, but even I would never have thought up something like this."
Now that they were finished with the game, Ann didn't see why she shouldn't lean over and slurp up the spilled gism from Joe's stomach. Her tits hung and rested on his thighs as she stuck out her tongue and lifted each white puddle.
When she'd cleaned off his prick too, she sat back.
"We'd better go to bed," Joe said. "It wouldn't look good if we were both knocked out tomorrow morning."
Ann slipped into her nightgown as Joe put on his pajamas. He followed her up the stain, and she waited to feel his hand on her ass. He slid his hand up her gown and gave her thigh a squeeze. Then, when they reached the top of the stairs, he left her to go into his own room without a word.
Ann was afraid for a moment that she would find Tom awake, but he was snoring softly as she went in. As she drifted off to sleep, she felt grateful to Joe for being so clever and kinky. She had the feeling that there would be a lot of new adventures in store for her.