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 her 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 working 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 moan 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 cunt 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 Ann 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.
CHAPTER THREE
The next morning Ann made breakfast for 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 pecked, 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 shop and set up their stock.
At the end of the driveway, Tom and Ann, in the pick-up, headed one way, and waved to Joe and Jane, who went the other. Ann was still thinking about the things she'd seen the night before, but she felt a bit guilty for having invaded their privacy, and she didn't talk to Tom. She had a lingering suspicion that Tom knew, too.
"It would be nice if they really moved up here, a but they never will," Tom said.
"I know. But if the antique shop really takes off maybe we could make them partners or something," Ann said.
They both knew that they were just talking, but they missed their old friends, and it was nice imagining them being neighbors again. Ann especially would like to have them near by after seeing what they were capable of in bed. And, although she didn't know about it, Tom's interest in them was fueled by his lust for Jane.