THE PONY WIVES – Chapter 7
After the introductions were made and overnight cases were taken to their room, Jake
and Bibi got acquainted with the Chapmans over highballs and canapés served on the
patio.
"The air is always so clean and fresh up here," Bibi said to Jan, who sat nearest her. "I
envy you the extra day you had to enjoy it."
"Oh, it’s marvelous!" Jan agreed. "The air and the water up here are both so pure; free
of everything but fantastic flavor. And the privacy here is unbelievable. It’s so relaxing!"
"I know," Bibi told her. "The last time we were here, I even had the urge to run around
the place without my clothes. The sun ought to tan you fast up here; the air is so thin."
"I get the same urge," Jan confided. "I guess we both like freedom… letting our bodies
out of these fabric prisons that civilization has wished on us. Maybe we can do some
sunbathing; it seems a shame to waste the opportunity."
"I don’t know," Bibi hedged, startled by the suddenness with which Jan had picked up
on the idea of nudism. "Annette and Ron certainly are sophisticated, but they may not
be as advanced in progressive thinking as you and I. Ron surely has a beautiful tan,
though, doesn’t he? I hope Franklin gets a little sun while we’re here; I think it’s good
for the skin – even people with red hair who freckle so easily."
Jan knew by the change of subject that Bibi had cooled the discussion of nudism
because she feared having her bluff called. And Jan decided at that moment to wage a
constant campaign designed to break down Bibi’s obvious inhibitions.
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Howard wandered over and smiled at the two women, frankly appraising Bibi’s beauty
and showing his appreciation of it. She was wearing a yellow mini-length halter dress
that contrasted with her black hair and creamy tan skin. Just looking at her gave
Howard a hard-on.
"I was talking to Ron and Jake," he told them. "And we were agreed on the idea of
changing into swimsuits or something. Don’t you two think it would be more
comfortable?"
"Heavens, yes!" Jan said, jumping to her feet and holding out a hand to Bibi, who
hesitated, then stood up slowly.
"I’m afraid I don’t have a swimsuit with me," she said, wetting her lips nervously. But
Jan took the brunette’s hand and led her off toward the house.
"I know you can wear Anne’s, Bibi; she has lots of them. Remember, we don’t want to
pass up the chance of letting a little skin breathe in this tremendous air!"
When they returned, twenty minutes later, the men were in trunks, starting on fresh
drinks. They all gave appreciative wolf whistles, and Bibi actually blushed as she made
her way to her chair, where a fresh drink awaited her, Jan following closely on her
heels.
When Annette joined them, it was hard to tell which of the three women was the most
attractive. Their bikinis accentuated their individual coloring; Annette in white that
emphasized her gentle tan and her brown hair, Jan’s blonde fairness highlighted by the
turquoise she wore, and Bibi looking exotically dangerous in red.
The Lansings knew how to host, keeping the drinks and snacks in good supply and
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injecting the right witticism or interesting comment whenever the conversation lagged
or someone appeared to be a bit backward or embarrassed.
So the time passed pleasantly. Even Bibi forgot that she was displaying more of her
body than she ever had revealed before in public. To bolster her morale against what
was to come, the others were very solicitous, making sure that she was supplied with
drinks, added ice, and snacks; everyone was attentive whenever she had anything to say.
By the time she had consumed her fourth drink, buffered by the accompanying
canapés, she was glowing visibly and not at all self-conscious about wearing the bikini.
Bibi had always known that alcohol floated away her inhibitions, which was why she
had made the no-sex-after-drinking rule on her wedding night. But here, in the natural
beauty of the mountains, relaxing pleasantly with warm companions, she thought it
quite safe to go beyond her usual one or two social drinks.
She anticipated no sex with Jake during their stay – it would be almost unthinkable to
risk being detected at lovemaking while guesting at a friend’s house! So Bibi saw no
reason to curtail her drinking on this pleasant visit.
Known for her frank speech and "modern" outlook, Bibi now was in a condition to
outdo her reputation. Jake, who had been eying her surreptitiously from his seat across
the patio, knew she was feeling no pain and might become even more outspoken than
usual.
But she surprised him and the Lansings by exercising remarkable restraint in her
speech. Later, he decided that it was because she had the subconscious awareness of her
dissolving inhibitions. Freed of inner hang-ups concerning physical sexuality, she
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needed no false attitude for a crutch.
When Jake finally thought that the alcohol was having an inverse effect on her
frankness, and gave up monitoring her conversation at a distance, she startled him
completely.
She had been looking around her at the sun-dappled patio beneath the trees, then at a
wide expanse of full sunlight at one end, where a redwood lounge sat beside a table
bearing oils and lotions and black eye patches.
"I wish I’d thought to bring some pasties with me!" Bibi exclaimed suddenly. "It’s a
shame to waste that sun when I could get a whole shade darker all over."
Ron had been puzzled by Bibi’s mild conversation, too, and he was alert when she
made her startling comment. He turned to Annette just in time to shake his head
negatively as she opened her mouth to speak. Ron knew she was going to offer Bibi the
pasties, and he had been inspired by a better idea.
"We can take care of that for you, Bibi," he said. "Jan, help her get organized. By the
time she’s settled for her sunbath we’ll have spot protection ready."
Jan jumped up on the instant, realizing that Bibi must not be given time to reconsider
or she might chicken out. She also decided to help the brunette by minimizing the
feeling of being conspicuous. She peeled off her own bra and bikini brief as she spoke.
"Great, Bibi! Come on, and I’ll join you for a while." The erstwhile conspirators all held
their breath, half-expecting Bibi to renege at the last moment. But the brunette got up
somewhat unsteadily and accompanied Jan to the lounge parked in the sun.
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Once there, she removed her bikini and stretched out on her back, picking up the dark
eye patches and placing them over her eyes as her head touched the pad. Her cherry
nipples were bright in the sunlight, and her black pubic curls glistened gloriously.
"I’ll drag another lounge over here beside you," Jan said, starting to get the one she had
been sitting on in the shade. But Ron and Howard already were bringing it, and Jan
saw that they had removed their trunks. Both sported mammoth erections that swung
as they moved across the patio.
"Here you go, Jan!" Ron said as the men set the lounge three feet away from the one
Bibi was on. Then he sat on the edge of the padded frame next to the brunette’s legs,
leaned upward and poised his head over a magnificent tit.
"I’ll be the pasty on this side, Howie," he said. "You protect her other nipple. Okay?"
Their heads moved downward in unison and their lips contacted both nipples at almost
the same moment. Bibi had heard Ron’s calmly stated intent, and had thought he was
kidding, trying to get a rise out of her. When she felt her nipples being sucked into two
mouths, she gasped, thought about sitting up and protesting, then realized that she had
no intention of stopping them. It was fuzzily apparent to her that she felt flattered and
excited by their attentions!
All excuses she had given Jake notwithstanding, Bibi’s true ego delighted in being
desired; her entire personality as shown to the world outside her own boudoir,
evidenced this fact. She made the most of her looks, dressing smartly and using a
minimum of cosmetics to accentuate her best features. And she knew without
reservations that she was sexually attractive.
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Now, with the obstacle of her inhibiting psychic block temporarily bridged by alcohol,
she was able to enjoy the privileges of her very female charm. More than that, she
craved masculine attention to compensate for the years she had denied herself what her
sexuality really required.
"It takes… three pasties… to protect everything… from the sun!" she gasped, frankly
stating her thoughts out of long-formed habit. Jan had a sudden compulsion – as tiny
thrills ran up her spine at Bibi’s words – to press her lips into the raven tendrils of the
gasping woman’s cunt and lick into the neglected flesh.
The impulse was startling to her, but she rationalized that she felt empathetic for Bibi’s
urgent need. It was Jan’s extremely potent sexuality, however, that moved her to try this
phase of sex play which she had never before attempted.
She reached her goal only seconds before Jake, who had heard Bibi’s statement and
rushed across the patio, eager to sate himself on the beloved cunt his mouth had been
so long denied. He pulled up short as he saw Jan kneeling at the foot of the lounge, her
small thumbs parting the swollen lips of Bibi’s slit, and licking into the slippery flesh
with a surprising greed.
Bibi was unaware of Jan’s identity. The thrilling tingles that raced over her body from
tits to crotch were so delicious that she had her eyes closed, shutting out everything but
the glorious sensations that now were multiplied by the fresh attack on her cunt.
Jake’s cock had been anxious from the moment the women appeared in their bikinis,
and when the disrobing began, he had become lustful beyond memory. Now, seeing the
abrupt demonstration of Jan’s lust, he felt an aching throb that was almost painful.
There had been no opportunity for the Lansings to warn him of the Chapmans’ intent
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to help the conspiracy. Seeing this thrillingly novel display of a female’s lust for another
female was fantastically exciting, and Jake’s cock pulsed so powerfully that he feared it
would burst.
He had been thirsting to taste Bibi’s honey, but the cup of her cunt was usurped by
another’s lips. He went for the nearest substitute, positioning himself at the end of the
lounge and nosing into Jan’s blonde bush, inhaling her female scent and moistening his
face on the glistening dew which had appeared on her hairs and swelling cuntlips.
As he breathed the delicate musk of her lubricant, then licked up exciting tastes of her
slippery flesh, the substitute cunt became fully as desirable as if it were Bibi’s. Its
perfume differed from the personal scent of Bibi’s adored cunt in his memory from the
few times he had been close enough to inhale its fragrance. But it was stimulating Jake
to new heights, especially as he thought of himself as a link in the chain connected to
Bibi’s pussy.
Jan’s first taste of female flesh had been startlingly pleasant, and her lust began to
increase immediately. When Jake’s lips and tongue began to massage her heated vulva,
a fire blazed up in her guts and spread its warmth all though her. She was whimpering
and moaning as she tongued Bibi’s clitoris and sucked the little bud tenderly.
Bibi, her head thrown back tightly against the lounge pad, her eyes still closed, was
emitting sobbing moans of ecstasy. The long drought she had forced on her sexuality
seemed almost to have been worthwhile, so refreshing were the kisses that rained on
her most sensitive areas.
Ron and Howard now sucked and nibbled her tits as if they were receiving desperate
nourishment, and Jake’s feasting in Jan’s cunt had stirred the blonde to inspired
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sucking and licking that carried Bibi into unbearable shudders of pre-orgasmic
sensation.
"Oh God!" she cried as her body tensed into a human spring, arched upward in a tight
curve. "It’s too much… I can’t contain it! Suck it… out of me… please!" When her
climax hit, she shrieked as if mortally wounded. Her arched body shivered and jerked,
then slowly lowered until she lay limply on the pad, twitching and quivering
uncontrollably.
Jan, her ass raised in the air, thighs wide apart as Jake ate her swollen cunt, began to
shake as her own finale seized her, as if in chain reaction from Bibi’s violent finish. Jake
shoved his tongue into the spasming cave of her cunt and fucked her as she trembled
through her conclusion.
When the four around Bibi moved away from her tingling body and looked down on
her, they could see the sex flush under the tan of her skin, slowly fading as they
watched. When they looked up and saw how Annette had occupied herself during the
session, jaws fell open in shock.
The hostess had sensed a dramatic breakthrough at the moment Bibi spoke of nude
sunbathing. When the others surrounded the reclining brunette, they had not seen
Annette approaching them, sound camera in hand and audio pack hanging from her
shoulder. Annette had run inside and grabbed up the equipment as Ron and Howard
carried the second lounge to the scene.
"Just in case of a later denial or disbelief," Annette whispered as she rushed from the
stupefied group to return the movie equipment to the den Closet. Her sensible
explanation seemed to break the spell of surprise, and attention returned to the supine
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Bibi, whose brown eyes were sparkling up at them from desire-swollen lids, her tits
rising and falling enticingly with her heavy breathing. The open swelling of her
devoured cunt blossomed in its nest of black curls, gleaming wetly in its dark pinkness.
"I just have to get into that!" Ron groaned as he moved to kneel at Bibi’s quaking
thighs. No one stirred as he pressed the head of his prick into the winking opening and
eased the length of his shaft into her depths. Even Jake was so bewitched by the
stimulating sight of his wife’s cunt being stuffed with another man’s cock, that he only
stood there and suffered the twitching throb of his own aching erection.
But he remained motionless only for an instant. Then he gave a low cry of animal lust,
seized Jan’s shoulders as she squatted at the foot of the lounge trying to recover from
her climax, and forced her into the position she had held while eating Bibi. Her arms
reached out to support her and her hands grasped Ron’s moving shoulders as he started
fucking into the trembling Bibi.
As Jan’s crotch became exposed, Jake thrust his swollen knob onto the flesh of her cunt
and drove into her tunnel until his balls slapped loudly against the convoluted lips. He
began to stroke into her, gauging the length and timing of Ron’s strokes by watching
the movement, and soon they all seemed to be parts of a lifelike mechanical toy.
"I’m so hot I’m creaming down my legs!" Annette said from the ringside stance she had
assumed after replacing the camera gear. Howard, whose throbbing erection was
driving him wild, stepped up behind her, turned her around, and eased her down onto
the other lounge.
"Let me slither around in that cream!" he groaned, lifting her legs aside and probing
into the dripping mess of her crotch with the tip of his cock. She whimpered and pulled
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him to her, grasping him by the shoulders frantically. He entered her quickly and
immediately began to fuck with the desperation of his swiftly rising lust.
On the adjacent lounge, Ron felt Bibi’s tunnel walls clasping him spasmodically in
response to her renewed passion, and knew that all of them had been right – Jake,
Paula, Annette and himself. It was there, all right, and now it was no longer buried
under the comparative trivia of her hang-up. Bibi was as highly sexed as they came!
She had wrapped her legs around him and the motion of his long drives lifted her ass
off the lounge pad intermittently, bouncing it back down lightly as he buried his cock
in her clinging sheath. He had her bent almost double, so that his own ass rose high on
the out-stroke, spreading the heated vapors of his anointed cock and balls right under
Jan’s face.
Jan inhaled the mingled odors of Ron’s male crotch and the warm juices of Bibi’s
depths, her head so close to the fulcrum of the busy lever that she could have grabbed
his balls with her lips at times.
Then Bibi came, powerfully and with loud cries of joy. Ron shoved into her brutally
and went off like a package of firecrackers, bursting his seed against her walls in hot
gushes. When he was spent, he lifted his ass high, reveling in the feeling of the clinging
cunt as it squeegeed him off, and the soft tickling of her black hairs as they curled their
tendrils around his cock.
Jan had heard Bibi’s climaxing outcry, and it triggered her own release from the plateau
of sensation where she had lingered for quite a while. She strained forward, her head
pressing into the inverted vee of Ron’s crotch until she could seize his balls in her lips
and suck at them.
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Ron groaned at the added stimulation, and when Jan’s mouth moved up to nibble and
suck at the base of his cock, greedily gleaning the liquid souvenirs of his coupling with
Bibi, he had to grit his teeth in painful ecstasy.
Jan succeeded in nibbling her way up to the tip of the smeary shaft, then sucked
hungrily at the oozing knob while her orgasmic waves started to inundate her
consciousness. Jake was losing his gushes inside her cunt, adding to the tide that carried
her over the crest. She became lost in a smothering cloud of thrills and failed to realize
that Ron had removed his tortured cock from her mouth.
"Howie!" Annette was yelling on the other lounge. "Empty your balls… in me, for
God’s sake! Ooh-h-h-h!" She could feel the froth he had whipped up inside and outside
her cunt, but the hot moistness was becoming almost unnoticeable as her inner thrills
reached their peak.
As Howard grunted and sent a series of rocketing splashes into her depths, she shrieked
joyfully and thrust up to meet his come. They clung tightly together as her body
stiffened and shuddered through its release.
Howard withdrew when her embrace slackened, and she rolled her head over to see
what was taking place in the group around Bibi. She saw Jake pull out of Jan, then walk
swiftly to the upper end of the lounge and stand beside Bibi’s head. Annette had a
premonition that something was going to happen – something just as unexpected as
Bibi’s startling debut as a swinger.
Now Annette regretted taking the camera and sound pack back to the house. She
struggled to her feet and ran to get them, returning breathlessly to the scene just as Jake
took his limp cock in his hand and laid the smeary knob of its tip on Bibi’s pouting
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lower lip. Annette began shooting the action.
"Take it, baby!" Jake was urging in a low, intense voice, his excitement and eagerness
causing a slight tremor in the tones. Bibi’s dark eyes rolled sideways, staring at the
heated thigh and crotch of the man she had denied so much.
She was still suffused with the exhilaration of unleashed lust, and joyful thrills from her
two orgasms, but she was far from being drunk now, in any sense of the word, as far as
alcohol was concerned. But she was intoxicated with the freedom she had won from her
own miserable restrictions, and at the same time she felt a deep love and sympathy for
her husband welling up inside her.
When she sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, Jake was no longer even slightly
limp. He felt himself swell up and fill her mouth. She nodded her head, taking almost
all of him inside, until the knob pressed too tightly against her sensitive throat. She
began to milk him, sucking avidly and tasting the final drops of his seed which
remained in his tube.
Jake was groaning with double pleasure as he felt his virility renewed and active and
realized that Bibi was sexually coming of age. Despite his recent ejaculation, he felt his
glands working frantically to meet the needs of the impending explosion.
When the joy of feeling Bibi’s mouth sucking and stroking him became too great to
bear, he groaned mightily and spewed forth his every drop in a shattering series of
ejaculations. Bibi took all he had, swallowing noisily to the last. Then she sucked at the
tender limpness as he was forced to slide it from her lips.
He looked down at her, seeing many words and thoughts in the depths of her brown
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eyes, and knew that they had found something together which could never again be
completely lost to them! He leaned down and kissed her lips, tasting the fresh pollen of
his own come, but blessing its flavor for being where he had found it.
Annette stopped the camera, almost feeling guilty for having recorded the last tender
part of the scene. This time, she was reasonably certain that the film would not be
needed as a measure of proof to a sober Bibi that she had performed beautifully when
intoxicated. So the equipment went back to the house again.
She met Ron as she came out of the den and started to rejoin the group. He was headed
for the kitchen to make fresh drinks, and she helped him carry them out to the patio.
On the way, she felt Howard’s semen dribbling down her legs.
"For an area with such notable lack of humidity in the summer," she said to her guests
as she handed out drinks, "I seem to be experiencing an uncommon wetness in certain
places. Perhaps you girls would like to join me in freshening up?"
The three men sipped at their drinks in silence for a while. Then Jake cleared his
throat, grinned sheepishly, and looked at the other two with an expression that bespoke
his gratitude for their part in what had happened. His words were an attempt to
describe other feelings.
"You know, I think I may have learned as much about myself today as Bibi discovered
about her true nature. I guess I’ve always taken it for granted that if I couldn’t enjoy
her sexually as much as I wanted, I’d be upset about anyone else getting to her. It was a
hell of a feeling, standing there and realizing that I was not only glad to see other men
eating her and fucking her, but I felt myself getting excited sexually like I never have
before!"
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"It’s one of the unaccountable mysteries of human nature," Ron told him. "But when
you experience it, you learn why… or at least one of the reasons why, swapping can be
so gratifying to so many people. It heightens and intensifies individuality, teaching you
over and over again, in different ways, how each person has a definite sexual and
emotional individuality. And you learn the true value of individual freedom. To say
nothing of having your life spiced with a variety of fucking!"
"Christ!" Howard said, his facial expression one of deep concentration. "I wonder if
maybe I can take Monday off, too!"
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