"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 dams Ann and Tom went on about the shop, the house and Owlsport.
"I've always heard about life in a snail town," Ann said. "And now I know it's all true. Everybody knows everything about every body."
They told them about the new friends they had made in Owlsport and all the 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 either before they moved here.
They all drank a lot of brandy, and they 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 room. Tom and Ann went into their own room to undress for bed.
Ann could see that Tom was out on his feet, 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 went into the bathroom and stood there, concentrating on the feelings. 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 hall. 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 through the thick material. Her twat 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 tits 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 rising.
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 reached 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 coven, 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 quim. As she watched Joe put his hand around the jellied softness of that tit, Ann poked a finger carefully up her cunt.
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 other 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 cunt 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.