THE PONY WIVES – Chapter 6
"That does it!" Jan moaned. "Howie stands under the shower longer than anyone else
in the world. And here I am, covered with chaff and dying for a bath!"
"They’re using the bathroom here in the barn," Ron told her. "We can do better than
that. While I’m getting the stock inside, why don’t you take our clothes and go to the
house. With two showers in there, we should be able to beat Anne and Howard."
Jan picked up the clothes, but became fascinated with the parade of toy horses that filed
into the stable area. She waited until Ron fastened all the halters to the mangers, and
they went to the house together.
It was novel to walk across the barnyard in the nude, but she realized that the trees
which circled the buildings provided perfect cover; they could not be seen from the
road. The sun felt good on her skin, as did the mild breeze, but she was aware of the
chaff that stuck to her body and the few prickles she had suffered from haystems. So
she was glad to get inside and under the shower.
Ron sang as he lathered himself in the master bathroom, more than pleased with the
double seduction and the apparent sportsmanship of their guests. It was as if the
Chapmans had come there in full expectation of swapping! Now it would be much less
tense when the moment came to seduce Bibi.
He put on a pair of shorts and went out onto the patio to take a look at the coals in the
barbecue. They would be perfect for use in less than fifteen minutes, he decided; just
time enough to build a fresh drink for everyone and get the steaks ready.
Jan was in the kitchen when he went back inside. She was wearing a bikini sunsuit,
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rinsing out their glasses at the sink. Ron patted her affectionately on the ass, kissed the
back of her neck, and made the drinks, finishing them just as Annette and Howard
came in the back door, clean but still nude.
Ron took the steaks and his favorite seasonings to the patio, and Jan brought his drink
and her own, then took a seat on the redwood lounge to watch his cooking technique.
The others joined them after putting on cool clothes and picking up their drinks in the
kitchen.
"I thought we were really cool, the way we planned today’s seduction," Annette told
Ron as she watched him season the steaks. "But now I’m not sure which of us are the
seducers and which the seduced." She had been talking with Howard as they shared the
shower in the bam, and now Ron had to hear the ironic details.
There was much giggling and chuckling as the two couples became almost hysterical in
their appreciation of the humorous side of the coincidence. And as they enjoyed their
drinks, the perfect weather, and the appetizing aroma that came from the barbecue, a
close rapport developed, adding warmth and depth to the friendship that had existed
before.
"I think we should ask them to help with Jake and Bibi," Annette said as Ron turned
the steaks. "They’re going to have to leam a little of the story, anyhow."
"You’re going to have to ask help with the meal if you wait much longer," Ron
countered. Annette glanced at the steaks and rushed into the house. Jan followed to
help, and soon the baked potatoes, salad, and place settings were on the patio table near
the barbecue.
As they ate, Ron and Annette broke the news to the Chapmans, apologizing for the
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added guests, since the original plans called for a two-couple weekend. But when they
heard about Jake’s problem, they were intrigued with the thought of helping.
Jan listened to the Lansings’ descriptions of Jake’s handsome, healthy ruggedness and
good nature, and empathized with the big redhead’s sexual starvation. She wanted to
take him in her arms, even though she had never seen him, and compensate for the
famine he had been through. It was partly a mother-instinct, but she had to admit to
herself that a taste of extramarital sex had given her the appetite for more!
Howard considered Bibi’s strange case a challenge to his appeal as a virile male. Now
that this swapping had begun and Jan seemed to like it as well as he, there was no
reason he should not try to seduce this lovely brunette that was the subject of the
dinner conversation.
"I’d love to help," Jan volunteered, glancing at Howard to observe his reaction. When
he nodded his confirmation, there was a noticeable relaxing of tensions around the
table.
"I’m all for it," he said. "What are the plans you mentioned, Ron?" But it was Annette
who answered him.
"Jake’s sister, Paula, believes that the most effective way to shock Bibi out of her hang-
up – whatever it is – is to arrange for her to ‘accidentally’ see Jake making love to
another woman."
"That could lead to trouble, couldn’t it?" Jan asked. "If she sees him getting what she
tries to ration, she’s liable to feel it’s a threat to her hold on him. She might do almost
anything!"
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"Because of the circumstances," Annette explained, "Bibi wouldn’t dare make a fuss. We
can only hope that the shock will make her question her own values. You see, Bibi talks
as if she’s the most sophisticated swinger of all time, when she’s in a group that
impresses her as swinging. Ron and I are witnesses to several of her startling comments,
and there are many others who can testify to her statements."
"Yeah," Ron said. "Jake’s been sampling elsewhere because he’s rationed at home. He
only dared take the risk of being found out because Bibi had declared her
broadmindedness in front of witnesses. What we planned was merely a controlled
version of the same thing. With one additional refinement. Right after Bibi sees Jake
making out with someone else, we want her to be maneuvered into doing the same
thing."
"What if her particular hang-up just won’t let her do that?" Howard asked.
"I don’t know," Ron replied. "I hope we don’t have to find out. Which is why your help
might be needed. If I can’t seduce her, maybe you can. It’s important that we get her to
participate actively in some form of extramarital sex, and it will be easiest right after
she’s had her morale cracked by seeing Jake in action."
"I see," Howard said. "The theory being that, once she has cracked the shell, she might
like the outside world enough to stay with it, instead of going back to her old ways."
"Right. Paula knows her better than anyone, with Anne probably a close second. And
they seem to agree that, psychologically, this is the best way to do it. Now, all we have
to do is decide which seduction techniques are most likely to prove effective."
All four participated in the round-table discussion that followed. It moved progressively
from the patio to the kitchen, as after-dinner chores were performed by the women; to
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the living room, over glasses of brandy; and finally to the master bedroom, where both
couples sprawled on the big bed and finalized their plans.
They had stripped to the buff, as if by mutual agreement, the moment they entered the
bedroom. It was not too surprising, since they were discussing the techniques of
seduction, and since every one of the four hoped that the night would end with
something more exciting than conversation.
Annette had been the first to lie down, stretching herself across the upper end, against
the pillows, so there would be room for everyone else to relax. Jan had done the same at
the foot of the bed, but with her head at the side where Annette rested her feet. The
men had crawled onto the central open area and were intently describing the visual
characteristics which excited them most in women. They had progressed to genital
descriptions.
"… a sort of bold little clitoris," Ron was saying as he described his idea. "It’s snuggled
in the same spot as all of them, but at the least arousal it peeps out and stays out where
it can be tongued and nibbled and sucked without your having to hold the lips back out
of the way. Hell, Anne and Jan both have the kind I mean; see?"
Ron reached over the nearest leg, which happened to be Jan’s, rested his arm on her
thigh, then parted her cuntlips with his thumb and finger. She obligingly lifted her
other leg, making the lips gape more widely as she drew her heel up against her ass.
Ron and Howard stared at the spot under discussion.
"You can barely see the little dickens, now," Ron said, and moved closer to illustrate his
point. "But watch what it does after I promise it a good time!" He moved his head into
Jan’s crotch and licked at the hidden bud gently.
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Jan whimpered happily and arched her back as she thrust her pelvis upward toward his
mouth. Ron teased the little button for a few seconds, then withdrew his head and
nodded toward the spot.
"See its little tip now?" he asked Howard. "It’s not about to retire as long as there’s any
fun in sight. That’s what I was talking about. Anne’s is the same way; check it for
yourself."
Howard turned and poised his mouth over Annette’s crotch. She spread herself open
for him, assuming a position exactly like Jan’s. He licked into the slit, found the hidden
bud, and teased it until it swelled and stiffened. When it was protruding just as Jan’s
had been, he was going to withdraw his head and make a more precise comparison
between the two. But he was forced to change his plans.
Anne’s hands pressed his head into her cunt as she began to moan with ecstasy. At the
same time, Howard felt his wife’s lips and hand take possession of his erect cock. She
was humming her pleasure loudly, for Ron had resumed his licking while Howard was
engaged in research with Anne.
Ron had discovered that Jan was lubricating fiercely after his initial stimulation of her
bud, and now he was determined to use all his expertise and ingenuity to maintain her
at the same level, just to see how long she could continue to cream so copiously.
When Anne seized his cock and started to tongue its tip, he knew he would have to
announce his unwillingness to be stimulated at a normal rate, or he would lose out on
his experiment with Jan. He raised his mouth from its feast, gulped air into his lungs,
and tried to convert the others to his choice of ground rules.
"I want to see how long I can keep Jan… at the level she’s at now." He thought of a
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signal system on the spur of the moment. "Anne, if I tap your head with my leg… one
tap… stop until I tap again, then resume slowly. Okay?"
"Okay," she said somewhat indistinctly, for by now she had slipped her lips over his
knob wetly and had begun stroking.
"That’s a good… idea, Ron," said Howard coming up for air. "I’m in honey up to m
ears… like to see how much… more Anne can distill if I… do the same thing. I’ll signal
you the same way, Jan."
"Okay," the blonde agreed with perfect enunciation, which told the Lansings that she
had released her mouthful to speak, even before she revealed why she had done it. "But
you won’t have to tap that hard. I can feel it if you do it more gently."
"Sorry; I was gaining too fast," Howard explained.
They resumed their chain, all of them eager t see, now that Ron initiated the game, just
how long they could make the fun last. Ron was surprised a few seconds later when
Jan’s leg tapped the side of his head. Evidently he had been taking her along too fast,
and she had decided that h should be given the signal he had inaugurated.
There were many tapping in the ensuing half-hour and all four found that it was a
delightful game for at least two reasons. They could prolong their delightfully
voluptuous sensations, and the could renew their air reserves at intervals while they also
rested their lips and tongues.
But it was inevitable that there would come an end to the ecstasy. Flesh and blood
could stand only as much as nerves allowed. It was Jan who weakened first. The thrills
had traveled over he body for so long that she was taut in every muscle When Ron let
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his greed for her honeyed flesh take precedent over his judgment, the thrills increased
past the point of no return.
She opened her mouth wide, letting Howard cock throb loosely in the moment it took
her to cry out her message of peaked passion, then tightened on it again as the potency
of her convulsions fired her lust to new heights.
Ron felt her spasms shake her, hung onto her with both hands as her torso twisted and
jerked, then responded to her powerful finale by releasing his own control and pumping
Annette’s mouth full of his fluid.
Annette had been kept at fever peak for longer than she had believed possible. When
Ron’s come gushed into her mouth warmly, she moaned as she swallowed, and her
body tensed into the first of a series of powerful shuddering waves.
Howard had just thrust his tongue into her as far as he could get it. When her cunt
spasmed around his tongue, he knew she was coming, and the tension poured out of
his groin along with his jets of semen, feeding Jan as she neared the last of her climax.
The room seemed to be filled with the sounds of panting and gasping as all four
collapsed limply; there was an odor of perspiration, semen, and vaginal fluids hanging
over the area of the bed. After breathing in this rich aroma for a few seconds, Ron had
to acknowledge its presence.
"Smells like a stud farm in here," he said.
"Mmh-hmnh," Jan hummed in agreement. "The only place to spend an exciting
weekend." She inhaled the mingled odors enjoyably. "The smell almost makes me hot
enough to start all over again."
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"Me too," Annette said. "But we have to save these studs for tomorrow. So I think we
ought to break a house rule on swapping; spouses sleep together tonight. That’ll reduce
the temptation to go at it again before Bibi and Jake arrive. Okay?"
They all agreed, and the Chapmans went to their room, leaving the Lansings still
sprawled out limply on the soggy surface of the big bed. Annette reached out a languid
toe and nudged Ron in the ribs.
"If you can scare up the energy to climb off the bed," she told him, "I might find the
ambition to change the spread and open up the sheets for sleeping. Think you can
make it?"
"I don’t know," he replied lazily. "The way I feel, Bibi Jacobs could walk in here right
now and shove her juicy black bush right in my face, and I’d be likely to fall asleep
without saying hello."
"Sure you would!" Annette said as she got up and went to the hall linen closet. It took
her a while to find the spread she wanted, but when she got back to the bed Ron had
not moved. She tugged at the spread, trying to spill him on the floor. He gave up the
idea of sleeping where he lay, and got up so she could remake the bed.
"It is black, isn’t it?" he asked as Annette floated the fresh spread into place.
"You’re color-blind," she told him. "It’s aqua and moss green."
"No, I mean Bibi’s bush. Is she a real brunette?"
"As near as I could tell when we were at the fat farm, she was for real. Why? Are you
getting choosy about color?"
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"No, I just don’t like my pussy flavor diluted with dyes and tints." He watched as she
flipped down the top sheet, then looked into her eyes as she turned to face him. "Anne,
do you think we can pull it off?"
"I’d say we stand a pretty good chance. I had faith in our plans even before Jan and
Howie turned out to be such promising helpers. Now, I’d be surprised if we didn’t
make it."
"You know, I keep having the same thought… at least half a dozen times this evening. I
guess I’m remembering snatches and grabs from my psychology classes…"
"Oh, did you have some nice snatches in that class?" Annette teased.
"Yes, I did, as a matter-of-fact. But never you mind, Miss Smartass. What I was
thinking was that Bibi has to have some potential as a swinger. She couldn’t possibly
bring herself to think some of those things she comes out with, much less say them,
unless she has the feelings somewhere to back them up."
"You’re saying, in effect, that barking dogs do bite, despite the old axiom?"
"Like a lot of old axioms, Anne, that one is just a bit too condensed from the truth, and
it’s led many a postman astray, to the tune of torn trousers and a sore leg. A barking
dog, like a rattling rattlesnake, is doing you the courtesy of giving you a warning. The
axiom should state that a dog never bites while he’s barking. Of course there are
bluffers who never would bite, but I don’t count on that."
"And what are you counting on with Bibi… other than what you gave as your opinion
in our other discussions?"
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"I think it’s there… buried somewhere under her hang-ups. And I think that all she
needs is the motivation and the opportunity; if she’s got the guts to go with her true
feelings, she’ll bust loose and bloom into a wild child in nothing flat. At least, that’s
what I’m hoping."
"That’s what I’m hoping, too. And it’s what
Paula was counting on when she laid out her original idea, I guess."
"Someone else is counting pretty heavily on the same possibilities," Ron said
thoughtfully.
"You mean Jake, huh?"
"Yeah. He must have more faith in her true potential than anyone. Look how long he’s
stuck it out, just waiting and hoping. I guess that’s what encourages me the most about
this little task we’ve gotten ourselves into."
"How so?"
"I figure that if anyone has had a chance to evaluate Bibi’s potential, it’s the guy who’s
been with her long enough to sense what lies under the surface. I have a feeling that –
in addition to being hopelessly in love with her – Jake must have stuck it out because
he hated to not be around if and when the time came… the moment something cracks
that shell.
"I guess he has a lot of years invested in Bibi, besides the love he feels for her. No
matter how, much she’s made him suffer, he hates to pull out; it would be like dumping
his gilt-edged stock when the market is down."
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"Have you ever felt like pulling out?" Annette asked, knowing the answer but wanting
reassurance because she liked the sound of it.
"Not that I can remember. Right now I feel like putting it in. Can I put it in… and keep
it in all night?"
"Okay. We haven’t done that for ages. Let’s hurry and get our teeth brushed!"
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