THE PONY WIVES – Chapter 8
Dinner could have been an uncomfortable event for all of them, especially Bibi, who
certainly felt that she had pushed into the limelight and become the center of attraction
during the afternoon orgy.
But Ron and Annette maneuvered the conversation around to ranch matters, amusing
everyone with anecdotes concerning themselves and their little horses, omitting any
mention of the special functions planned with Capscrew and Snapfire, much less the
actual "training" incidents to date.
Ron and Annette also managed to sneak a few hasty private conferences before the
women got busy cleaning up the debris and doing the dishes. So when the men retired
to the den, they were able to hold a council for the purpose of assessing Bibi’s debut,
aided by Annette’s espionage.
"Anne says that Bibi acts only slightly as if she might be self-conscious. She seems to be
privately enjoying a hell of a long afterglow, or else she’s quietly planning ways to make
up for all the time she’s lost. At least, that’s the impression Anne gets." Ron looked at
Jake and Howard for reactions as he lit his cigar, then settled down in his chair to hear
what they had to say.
"I think I know that look she’s wearing," Jake offered, a tolerant smile on his face.
"Usually she has the look – as if she’s enjoying a private joke – when she thinks
someone’s underestimated her in some way, or when someone seems to have made an
error in judgment concerning something she thinks she knows more about. Frankly,
I’m beginning to be a little uneasy, because that might mean a lot of different things, in
view of what happened this afternoon."
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"Keep the faith, Jake," Ron told him. "We’ve got several positive factors going for us.
First, and most important, I don’t think any of us can doubt that Bibi genuinely
experienced a hell of a lot of pleasure out there, right?"
"Either that or she’s the best actress alive," Howard replied.
"I’m sure she did," Jake said. "But her hang-up obviously never involved the inability to
enjoy sex; just the inability to let herself go and become involved with it, no holds
barred."
"I was coming to that," Ron told him. "Second, Bibi certainly must realize that she can
let herself go again… any time she wants, Jake. It may take a few drinks to open all the
same doors, but at least it’s theoretically possible for her, now. Agreed?"
"Sure," Jake said. "Looking back, it appears that if I had broken that one taboo of hers
– sex after drinking – she might have opened up sooner. On the other hand, this may
mean that she’s got that private-world smugness turned on because she’s already
decided she’ll fool everyone and never drink again as long as she lives. It all depends on
what’s at the bottom of her real problem, and how much she wants to fight it."
"That’s true, of course, Jake," Howard volunteered. "But do you really think she’d give
up that promised land she enjoyed so much today, just to ‘fool everyone’ by going on
the wagon? Surely she’s not afraid she’ll become a lush in the process?"
"No, that’s not it. I’m afraid neither Paula nor I gave a clear picture of Bibi’s
strangeness in the bedroom. Believe me, it’s as though she had been brought up by
missionaries. Actually, her parents are the most demonstratively affectionate couple I’ve
ever met. None of it makes any sense, especially after seeing how involved she can get
when she really opens up."
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"Well, let’s go on adding up the plus factors," Ron urged. "Number three: By this time,
Bibi can’t help but have noticed that her blossoming out on the patio has earned her
acceptance and even a certain amount of admiration from the rest of us. So she can’t
feel that she enjoyed herself at the expense of becoming ostracized or looked down on."
"Again, I’m afraid that acceptance by others is not a consideration." Jake’s brow was
furrowed deeply. "Whatever it is that has her hogtied, she’s been doing it to herself. If
we could crack that mystery – why she does it – I know we’d be able to get her
straightened out permanently. As it is…"
"As it is," Ron interjected, "I think we might be able to swing even that. Tomorrow,
we’ll get her full of good booze again, then see if we can talk her through it while she’s
got that door unlocked."
"Fine!" Jake replied. "And if she’s wearing that look because she has vowed never to
drink again? Where would that leave us?"
"Aha!" Ron countered. "Plus factor number four! In case you were too busy getting
your jollies this afternoon, and failed to notice everything else that went on, let me
inform you that Annette was shooting sound-movies of the whole affair – in color, no
less! If we can’t get her to play ball this weekend, she might find it difficult to refuse
after seeing a private screening of that film."
"My God!" Jake’s jaw hung open for several seconds. "Where do you get a thing like
that processed?"
"No problem at all these days," Ron told him. "I can have it ready by next weekend.
The point is, do you think she can be coerced with threats of showing the film to
others… in view of your belief that she doesn’t need acceptance by others?"
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"Hell yes! I meant only that social acceptance was not her major hang-up; that her
restrictions were self-imposed. If she could be made to believe that you’d show that film
to… hell, to any of several people I can name, she’d do almost anything to stop it." A
sudden light sprang up in Jake’s face, and he got to his feet and paced the room several
times, finally stopping in front of Ron.
"Listen, Ron: No matter if I come to you later and beg you on bended knee, don’t agree
to drop the threat of using that film until Bibi tells all. Okay?"
"All right," Ron agreed. "What’ve you got up your sleeve, Jake?"
"I’m going to do a little homework tonight. God knows I’ve got enough to catch up on!
And I just may have to use a little coercion of my own. At any rate, I’m going to try
like hell to widen the crack we made in that shell today!"
"Okay," Ron said, grinning broadly. "Since you’re not officially swappers yet, you two
can sleep together tonight, and I hope you make some real headway."
"Hey!" Howard said, looking wide-eyed at Ron. "That doesn’t apply to Jan and me,
does it?"
"Hell no! I’ve been dying to bed that little beauty someplace where the hay doesn’t
make marks on her lovely skin!"
"Good! I had to rush too fast in the bam yesterday, and I was too tired to get the most
out of our daisy chain last night. If I had all night, I might just get acquainted properly
with that delicious bouncy wife of yours."
"Say!" Annette cried as she walked into the den with the other women behind her. "Are
you implying that I’m so fleshy I bounce when I move?" She tried to stare harshly at
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Howard, but a smile kept rippling the corners of her mouth.
"Only in all the right places," Howard told her. "Come on to bed, and I’ll explain in
detail."
"Well, folks, you see how it is," Annette shrugged as she faced the others. "I hate to
seem like a neglectful hostess, but you wouldn’t want me to delay my education… not
about something as important as my figure!" She took Howard’s hand and headed for
the master bedroom. "Do be a good host, Ron, to make up for my neglect. Tuck Jake
and Bibi in, then entertain Jan, will you, darling?"
"We’ll tuck each other in, Ron," Jake said with a grin as Annette and Howard
disappeared. "We have a lot to talk over before we go to sleep, anyhow." He took Bibi’s
hand and she blushed as she waved good night, then let him lead her away.
When they closed the door of their room, Bibi faced him and looked directly into his
eyes for the first time since she had her wild orgy on the patio.
"I’m not sure I’m ready to talk, yet, Franklin," she said. She had to drop her eyes as she
realized that she had again used his formal name. It seemed so ridiculous, after what
she had done on the patio; yet habit and that ingrained hang-up of hers had kept her
from calling him Jake!
"Then you’ll have to talk unprepared," he said, suddenly determined to take the firm
hand he should have taken with her on their wedding night. "Why is it so much of a
strain for you to talk about sex with me, unless it’s to tell me what I can – can’t do
with my wife’s body? You talk about freely enough at parties and bridge games." ‘But
that’s different," she protested. "It’s generalizing… not personal like it is in the
bedroom." h, and I suppose your little orgy this moon was entirely impersonal… just
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socializing-like bridge chatter, huh."
"That’s not fair! I’d been drinking… quite a… and I certainly was not expecting all that.
I no way of knowing that the Lansings were swinging characters. We’d never seen any
signs it before."
"That’s another thing. You deliberately made me promise, on our wedding night, that
I’d never make pass at you after we’d been drinking. Yet you let o men and a woman
make love to you after downing a few. If that’s the kind of advantage I have because
I’m married to you, then I misunderstood the ceremony!"
"Oh, honey!" she cried, throwing her arms around him and pulling him tightly to her.
"If only I could make you understand!"
"How am I ever to understand you if you won’t tell me all the things you bottle up
inside? You just told me you weren’t ready to talk. As many years as we’ve been
married, you haven’t been ready to talk. What’s going to make you ready, Bibi?"
"I don’t know… not for sure… not yet. Darling, what happened today was a fluke. I’m
not even sure whether it was good or bad… no, don’t protest. I know I enjoyed it. But I
mean I don’t know if it was good or bad for us. I have to think it over; figure myself
out so I know what really goes on inside me. Don’t you think I want you to… to make
love to me… deep down inside… the real me? Just give me time… please!"
"No, Bibi. No more time… no more delays. Either you trust me enough to make
decisions, with or without the help you might provide by some explanations, or we
haven’t enough left to go on. As a starter, I’m telling you that I’m going to fuck you
tonight, Bibi. You can take as many drinks as you want first, if that’s what it takes to let
you enjoy it. But Bibi, you are going to get screwed by your husband!"
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She saw by his face that he spoke the truth. She glanced wildly around the room, as if
seeking an escape. But when she answered him, he learned what she was looking for.
"All right… tonight I will! I’ll take a drink… several of them… and then we’ll make love.
But never again! I won’t touch a drop after tonight… no matter what. I’m stronger than
that… I can find my way out of… what’s holding me back, without depending on
booze!"
"I’ll get you started," Jake said, deciding not to argue with her about what would
happen later. He got a flask from his suitcase and handed it to her. "Here. Knock off a
few swallows of that. Without water and ice, it ought to take effect sooner." Ten
minutes and many swallows later, Bibi handed him the silver flask and he returned it to
the suitcase. She was breathing quite heavily and her eyes had the same sparkling depth
he had seen in them on the patio.
Jake got in bed and she rolled up beside him. He put his arms around her and kissed
her. As always, she kissed passionately, setting his blood on fire with her lips, tongue
and teeth. Then he moved away and began to kiss her nipples, bringing them both to
their excitingly full sponginess with nibbling and licking and sucking that made her
hum softly between whimpering.
He sated himself, reveling in the fact that what he tasted was her own sweet flesh,
untainted with nipple creams or even perfumes. It spurred him to seek out another
delicacy. He moved her legs apart and dove into her crotch, sniffing and nuzzling and
kissing the moistness of her open cunt.
He licked at the inner edges of the swelling lips, teased the bud of her clitoris until she
moaned and wiggled her ass, then took the firm little thing in his lips and sucked at it.
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"Jake!" she cried. "Oh, I’m coming… suck hard!" She began to shake and shudder, her
ass lifting slowly off the bed, until a gigantic seizure bent her into an arch and held her
there, trembling and gasping, for several seconds. no
Jake rammed his tongue into her cunt, sucked at the tunnel powerfully, then pulled his
head out of her crotch and crawled up to her on his knees. He shoved the head of his
cock into her pussy and drove it all the way inside her, feeling her inner quivering as he
slithered along in the spasming sheath.
"Yes, oh yes! Fuck me, Jake! Did I ever tell you how very… much I love to have you…
in me? To feel your come… spurting inside me? Oh, Jake!" Her ass was like a trapped
animal, writhing and twisting and thrusting up at him as she sought to consume him,
to suck his cock with her cunt and drain it dry.
He was deliriously happy, enjoying her body with no taboos in effect, knowing that her
whole being wanted him, reveled in having him eat her and fuck her. The
unaccustomed joy magnified the sensation that filled his groin, and he felt himself
losing control.
"Now, Jake!" she cried. "Oh fill me up, Daddy… pump it hard!"
Her cunt was eating him alive as he burst inside her, feeling the hot splashes ooze up
around the head of his cock. He pushed to bury it to the limit and she moaned loudly
as she stiffened and jerked sharply several times before collapsing into a limp bundle.
Jake kept his cock in her, letting it soak in her hot cunt as if the magic steam of their
passion could harden it again. But he gave up and withdrew, then lay down beside her
and caressed the satin surface of her heaving belly while they slowed their breathing to
normal and felt the tinglings of their bodies as juices flowed to the drained areas.
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"You called me Jake," he said in a quiet voice. "It sounded good, as if you really liked
me a little bit."
"Oh, I do, Jake! If only I could unwind like this… all the time!"
"I think you can," he told her. "Look, Bibi, why not take a few drinks at bedtime for a
while? After you’ve broken the jinx of whatever bugs you, I’ll bet you could do just as
well without the booze."
"That’s no way to live," she protested. "I have to find my way without drinking." She
was almost completely sober now, the alcohol dissipated by the violence of her two
climaxes and the exercise that brought them on.
"Bibi, whatever that hang-up is, it’s grown too big to fight by yourself. You wouldn’t
refuse a flashlight if you had to take a walk in the dark. So use the booze until you’ve
shaken off the damned troll that’s riding on your shoulders!"
"Let me try it by myself first… see if I can do it."
"All right. You sound fairly sober at the moment. Make the effort. Suck my cock, Bibi.
You’ve never done that before. See if you can manage to do it now."
She was silent for what seemed like a very long time. Then he felt her shudder. She was
tense all over: he could feel the tightening of her muscles next to him.
"I did it this afternoon," she told him in a small voice. "Yes, with the help of the drinks.
Try it now."
Again, she shuddered. Jake waited, almost as tense as Bibi. Then she moved very
slowly, as if pulling against a heavy weight. She turned around in bed and crawled on
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her hands and knees at a snail’s pace until she was looking down at the smeared
limpness of his cock.
"Shouldn’t you… wash it off first?" she asked hesitantly.
"No. This afternoon, with the booze to help you, you were passionate enough to take it
fresh from Jan’s cunt. Now prove that you can take it with your own juice on it!"
More silence. Then her head lowered over his crotch even more slowly than her body
had moved into position. But her lips finally touched the side of the shaft and her
tongue licked at it tentatively.
Suddenly she seized it with her hand, tipped it up and put it between her lips. Jake felt
it wobble as she shivered once more, then she plunged it into her mouth and began to
stroke it. He could feel it swell and harden quickly as the moist warmth of her mouth
massaged it.
"That’s it, Bibi!" he said. "Eat it, doll! God, but your mouth is sweet on it!"
She speeded up her movements and he could feel the tip make frequent contact with
the back of her throat. Once she swallowed just as it touched there, and the sensation
almost brought him off immediately. But he held on for a while, until she built up a
magnificent suction that finally pulled his cork.
She swallowed frantically as he unloaded, then drew out his last drop as she pulled the
limp shaft out between her lips. Jake lay very still, savoring the weakness in his groin
because of the delightful manner in which his strength had been stolen.
The bed was quivering again, but this time it was different. He knew it was not a
shudder, but only when he began to hear soft sniffling sounds did he realize that Bibi
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was sobbing quietly to herself.
At that moment he was angry with himself for having goaded her into it, since it was
obvious that without the booze it had a negative effect on her. He reached down and
pulled her by the shoulders until he had her up against him, cradled in his arms.
"Bibi," he said softly.
"Oh, Jake!" she sobbed. "I did it! I made it!" She had to squeeze out the choked words
between continued sobs and sniffles, but he understood every distorted, wonderful
syllable. "I sucked you off… cold sober… and I loved it!"
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