"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 offend 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 prodded Tom out of his chair and sent him on his way. Then she went into the kitchen and hurriedly washed.
As she climbed the stairs, she felt like a teenage bride on her way to her first fuck. That was how exciting the prospect of seeing her guests fucking was to her new, perverted tastes. The guestroom door was closed, but not all the way, just like last time, Ann noticed with a wave of lust running trough her as she entered her own room. Tom had left this clothes scattered around and was in bed. Ann turned off the light and walked to the door.
Someone was in the bathroom, and peeking out, Ann saw Joe leave the bathroom and go into the bedroom. He was dressed, but was already unbuttoning his shirt. Then Jane went into the bathroom. Ann waited until they were both back in the guestroom, then she went to the bathroom, passing the guestroom door and taking a quick look.
Just like last time, the door wasn't completely closed and she caught sight of the two of them in there. Then she crept to their door and listened and peeked. Jane was stepping out of her undies, her curvy, compact body shining in the soft light. Ann felt a jolt of lesbian passion as she watched Jane's tits swing as she stood back up.
But it was Joe's emerging body that she was most interested in. He was just pulling down his pants too, and his underpants followed, giving Ann another look at his big, beautiful cock. It was soft, but she was hoping for the best. Jane slipped under the covers as Joe moved around the room putting things away.
"Do you feel like making it?" Jane asked her husband.
Ann's body tensed. Yes, yes, please say yes, she chanted to herself.
"I'm sort of tired," Joe said. "Let's wait until morning."
"Yeah, okay. I'm tired too," Jane said.
Ann's heart sank. She felt like a kid who'd stood in line for ice cream only to have it run out just as her turn came. How could she have been cheated like that, she wondered, and what would she do with the lust that was already raging inside her?
She watched Joe slip into a pair of pajamas and slide into bed next to his wife. He reached up and turned off the light. Ann silently carried her disappointment to her own bed. She could have cried. Grabbing her tits, she tried to revive the sexual feelings in her that had almost died from her disappointment, but her tits seemed lifeless.
She was too frustrated to sleep and too unhappy to jerk off. It was agony to have been so close to ecstasy only to be left in the dark. Finally, she felt herself slipping off to sleep, but then a noise brought her back to her wakeful unhappiness.
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.