Chapter 5
For the next few weeks, Bonnie gave Pete the silent treatment. She was extra polite to him. She maintained a stiffness of attitude that was bound to bug him. She had made up her mind to make him suffer and squirm. To suffer the pangs of regret for forcing her into becoming a swapper. He'd been the one who'd caused this rift in their marital bliss; therefore, she reasoned, he should be the one to suffer.
The first thing she did was cut off his" usual nookie quota. Every time he tried to nuzzle up to her and get his end wet, she firmly but politely informed him she wasn't in the mood. After a few futile attempts and getting rebuffed, Pete finally gave up in his attempt to get her in a screwing mood.
It developed into a waiting game, with Bonnie having the upper hand. She went to work as usual. She came home, cooked dinner and served her lord and master as usual, with one big exception. The small talk, the laughing and giggling that usually accompanied their meals was lacking. She was civil to him-barely. She answered his questions in monosyllables. She avoided extra conversation and moved into the spare bedroom.
She could tell her actions were infuriating Pete. He was a proud man. A young man used to having his own way, like a spoiled brat. Bonnie figured a good dose of this silent treatment would be good for him. He would think twice before jumping off the deep end again as he'd done at Bill's-not that Bonnie hadn't finally enjoyed the initial swap session. Once she'd gotten heated up and had entered into the spirit of things, she'd really loved it. It had been quite a thrill getting banged by another man for a change-another man with an even larger cock than Pete's.
Bonnie couldn't find fault with that part of the ' session. What irked her was the fact that Pete was the first to break the marital vows. It had come as an extreme blow to Bonnie's ego to find out that Pete would even consider screwing another girl. That had been a crusher and he should pay through the nose for doing it.
He was about ready to climb the walls by now. Her frigid treatment was having the desired effect. Bonnie decided that after this weekend she'd let him off the hook. She'd exact a promise from him that there'd be no more hanky-panky. That they'd continue their married life as it had been before the swap session.
It was early Saturday morning. Pete was stirring about, eating breakfast and getting ready for his usual Saturday of golfing. This time he was going with Bill, also an avid golfer. They were going to the country club. It was an hour's drive there, and an hour's drive back. Plus several hours at the golf course. The boys would make a full day of it. They wouldn't be back until late evening.
Bonnie didn't mind Pete's hang-up on golfing. She rather enjoyed seeing him leave Saturday mornings and be gone all day. It gave her a chance to catch up on her household chores, her washing and ironing and just a chance to be alone with her thoughts.
Pete finally was ready to shove off. He turned to her, an expectant look on his face and his lips puckered. "S'long, hon."
Bonnie ignored his puckered lips. "S'long." She walked into the kitchen and he slammed out the front door. A tight smile hovered at the corners of her mouth. Tonight, she vowed inwardly, she'd let her hair down. Tonight she'd end the feud. She hummed a happy tune while washing the breakfast dishes. Pete, she thought, you've suffered enough.
The ringing of the phone startled her. Picking up the receiver, she mumbled, "Hi?"
"Hi, darling." It was Kim. "Whatcha doing?"
"Nothing much. Just cleaning up the kitchen."
"C'mon over. The boys just left in Bill's car. They'll be gone all day. Scoot on over."
Bonnie hesitated. She'd been planning on getting so much done. On the other hand, it could wait. "Okay, I'll see you in a few minutes."
Bonnie was dressed in her nightie and housecoat.
She debated whether to get dressed, decided against it, and fluffed back her hair after brushing her teeth and refreshing herself in her bathroom. It was too early in the morning to be formal. Kim's apartment was just across the patio. A short distance.
The apartment complex consisted of ultra-modern efficiency units. Two and three-bedroom affairs, one story' high and each unit was like a separate house, though they were attached. The rentals were very high, but the goodies the tenants got for their money more than made up for the extra expense. Large, airy rooms, tastefully furnished, air-conditioned, and with all the built-ins imaginable. In the center of the huge U-shaped area was a large-sized swimming pool, a putting green and in back were tennis courts, a picnic area, badminton sets, volleyball facilities and a shuffleboard setup.
It was an ideal setting for young married, single girls and boys and a few not-so-young couples who tried to keep pace with the youngsters. Informality was the keyword of the place.
Bonnie stepped across the patio and after ringing Kim's doorbell to let her know she was there, she shoved open the door and stepped in. Placing her purse on an end table, she called out while she headed toward the kitchen, "It's me."
"I'm in here." Kim's voice replied.
Bonnie entered the kitchen. The cheery greeting she'd been about to cut loose with died on her lips. She gulped and gawked. Kim was in the kitchen allright, doing the dishes.
Kim was also stark-naked!
Bonnie gulped, then found her voice. "Kim! What're you doing without your clothes on?" Bonnie's voice registered amazement.
Kim chuckled. "Come in, darling. Sit down. I'll pour you a cup of coffee." She proceeded about her business as usual, pouring her friend a cup of coffee. Then she chuckled. "I often take my clothes off while I'm alone," she explained. "It gives me a sense of freedom. Of liberation, you might say." She grinned. "like women's lib."
"But. . . but ... " Bonnie put some sugar and cream into her cup of coffee. She stared in disbelief at her nude friend. The initial shock began to wear off. Kim in the nude was a lovely sight to behold. Bonnie would be the first to admit that. But to parade around naked. Here in her own apartment. Who was Kim trying to impress?
"Relax, darling." Kim's low, throaty voice was filled with overtones of amusement. "Don't look so shocked. Haven't you ever strutted around your place naked?"
"Only when I'm taking a bath, or am with Pete. Never ... like this. In the middle of the day. I'd be embarrassed."
Kim grinned. "I'm a nudist at heart. You know that Bill and I go to a nudist camp many times during the summer months."
"I didn't know that."
"We sure do. We're members of a group that meets at Mays Landing. We spend weekends there. We take our vacations there. It's fun. You and Pete ought to join." Kim finished her coffee, rose and put the cups in the dishwasher. "Come, I'll show you some pictures we have of the camp, and ourselves."
Bonnie followed her naked friend into the living room. She sat on the sofa while Kim burrowed through a drawer in a table. She watched in silent amazement while Kim wiggled around trying to find the photo albums. Kim's bare ass was weaving in the breeze, and from the way she was squatting in front of the table, Bonnie got a bird's-eye view of Kim's cunt. She could clearly see Kim's wonderful golden-haired pussy. She observed the moist slit, thinly covered with hair, twitching with every movement of Kim's legs. The folds of Kim's crack opened and closed with every movement of her body.
Bonnie sighed. This wasn't the first time she'd had such a close-up view of her friend's snatch. The other time she was staring at it, Pete's big cock was sliding in and out of the tight hole. A few weeks before when she'd been initiated into the art of mate swapping. The sight of Kim's twitching twat heated her up. Bonnie wet her lips. This girl was so casual. She had absolutely no sense of shame.
"Ah, there it is!" Kim stood up, clutching a photo album. She handed it to Bonnie and sat next to her, rifling through the pages. She bent forward, her naked body rubbing against Bonnie's fully clad one. Kim explained the pictures. "There's a view of the place. There's the main clubhouse. That's where we eat and dance, and those rooms attached are the rentals." Kim continued to turn pages and point out the items. "Over there's the lake.
Swimming. Boating. And there's where wo do a bit of hiking."
Bonnie glanced, fascinated, at the pictures. After the first few scenic views she noticed that most of the other snapshots had people in them. She also noticed that the people were naked as jay birds!
Bonnie finally paused when the people in the picture became familiar. She pointed. "That's you!" It was the photo of a girl climbing a tree. Under the girl was a handsome young man looking upward. His glance was in direct line with Kim's bare ass! The young man was naked.
"Yep, that's me. I'm quite a tree climber. Bill took that picture." Kim turned the page. "Here's another view. That's when I reached the branch."
Bonnie gulped. Kim was seated on a branch. Her legs were spread wide, completely exposing her cunt. The same young man was still looking up at her. But this time, instead of getting a nudist's-eye view of her cute ass, the young man was staring directly into her twat. "Bill took that picture!"
Kim chuckled. "But of course. We take lots of pictures of each other!"
Bonnie stared. Then a thought struck her. "How come that young guy's-" She broke off, flushing.
"Cock isn't hard?" Kim finished the sentence. "Shucks, darling, you're thinking just like everyone else about nudism. You think it's just one big glorious fucking party."
Bonnie nodded. "That thought did cross my mind."
"Well, I've got news for you, darling. That line of thinking is wrong. Dead wrong. It gives nudism a bad name. Here, leaf through this book. If you can show me one picture where a guy has a hard-on, I'll eat it."
Bonnie leafed through the album. In picture after picture she saw naked men, women and children. Prick after prick came into view. But Kim had been right. There wasn't a stiff prick in the group. The cocks were all limp and hanging naturally. Bonnie was impressed. "How come? How can the men be with naked girls and not get aroused?"
Kim smiled disarmingly. "A true nudist doesn't concern himself with sex as such. That's the furthest thing from their minds. All the people want to do is commune with nature-in the raw. Some people bring their families. Little children. Babies. There's this sense of freedom of being without clothes. It's exhilarating." Kim closed the book and replaced it. Turning to Bonnie, she grinned. "Why don't you take off your clothes, darling? We'll parade around the apartment naked today."
Bonnie flushed. "Gee, I couldn't do that. What if someone popped in?"
"I'll take care of that!" Kim snapped the lock on the door. "Now, we have complete privacy. The door's locked, the shades are drawn. No one can see us. C'mon, strip." A tight smile played at the corners of her mouth.
Bonnie hesitated. At heart she was an introvert. Kim was decidedly extrovert. The sight of the nude, adorable blonde girl excited her. Kim had such a lovely shape. Her breasts were large, creamy, pinkish-white melons with cherry nipples on a small sea of darker pink skin.
Bonnie and Kim were about the same size, shape and prettiness of face. There was but one notable exception in their appearance. Bonnie was a brown-haired, brown-eyed darling with a sizeable mat of curly brown hair surmounting her cunt. On the other hand Kim was a natural blonde, with a large mop of golden hair atop her head and a large area of golden hair atop her tight pussy. She was slightly fairer than Bonnie, who had been sunbathing lately.
Bonnie flushed when she stood naked before Kim. This was screwy. She placed her clothes on the end table near her purse. "Now what?, " She felt kind of foolish.
Kim shrugged. "Nothing special. We just relax. Have a nice visit while we're waiting for our boys. Sit down. I'll pour a round of drinks." She busied herself at the built-in bar.
Bonnie sat back on the sofa. She accepted the preferred drink and sipped at it. She eyed Kim, who had flopped onto an easy chair opposite her. She sucked in her breath at the sight. Kim had casually draped a leg over the arm of the chair when she sat down. She was now facing Bonnie with her feet spread wide, her leg draped over the chair and her twitching cunt clearly visible to Bonnie's startled glance. If Kim was aware of the havoc she was causing in Bonnie's thinking she ignored it.
Smiling casually, Kim said, "What do you think of swapping now, darling?"
Bonnie frowned. "I'm not sure I like it."
"Even after the session we had a few weeks ago?"
"I still think it's wrong!" Bonnie stuck to her guns.
Kim shrugged. "So do I. But let's face up to reality, darling. The men are the real swappers. Personally I could care less if I never attended another party. Sex, I can take or leave. Not that I have anything against it, but I long ago found out the only way to keep my horny bastard happy is to go along with him on it. We've been happy ever since."
"It doesn't bother you to watch him with other girls?"
"At first it bugged me," Kim admitted, smiling ruefully. "At first I felt like killing him, but after a few sessions and getting screwed often myself, I kinda got over the guilt feeling. You'll be the same, once you get into the swing of it."
Bonnie shook her head. "I'm not sure I want to get into the swing of it. I'm figuring on talking Pete out of the swap business."
"Oh?" Kim grinned knowingly. "Lots of luck, chum, but I think you're wishful thinking. Unless I'm wrong, Pete isn't about to be talked out of it. In fact-" Kim broke off.
"What?"
"He and Bill are talking about the next party Art and Joy are throwing. Next Saturday night. Bill and I are invited. I understand Art's already asked your Pete and Pete's promised you'll be there."
"Oh, did he?" Rage welled in Bonnie. Damn him. He was sure of himself, wasn't he?
"Matter of fact," explained Kim, smiling enigmatically, "I understand Art and Joy want you to be their star attraction."
"What!"
"At every party, Art and Joy try to have a special entertainment for openers. To get everyone in the mood. like last time, Joy and that handsome boy, Mike, put on a show. You missed it because you ran out. Man, did they ever put on an act!" Kim smiled at the memory. "Anyway, Art thinks you'll be ideal for a plan he has in mind, what with you being a teenager, and your natural aversion to becoming a swapper. He's got a scheme all cooked up-with you as the star!" Kim chuckled.
"Well, you can tell him to forget it. I'm not about to be there. Neither will Pete."
"You want to bet?" Kim rose, poured another round of drinks and smiled enigmatically.
"I won't be!" Bonnie amended her statement. She couldn't really speak for Pete. He was just knot-headed enough to defy her and go himself.
"Why don't you give it some thought, darling? You know, it could be fun." Kim rested a hand on Bonnie's arm. "Maybe you could go there and show that knot-headed husband of yours that two can play at the game."
"Hmmm. I never thought of that!"
"Come, we'll go to my bedroom. You can help me make the bed." Wrapping an arm around Bonnie's slender waist, Kim led the way to the bedroom area. On the way, the blonde-haired girl let her ringers stray upward, and by the time she was in the bedroom Kim was fondling Bonnie's huge, solid tits. "You like that?" she whispered hoarsely.
Bonnie eyed her sharply. Kim was full of surprises. "Gee, I don't know."
"Any other girl ever touch you like this?" Kim ran her fingers all over Bonnie's tits, her stomach and ass-cheeks. N
Bonnie thrilled at the touch of Kim's fingers. Heat waves swept through her. "No." She didn't back away. She frowned. "I never was naked like this with another girl before."
"Oh, Lordy," Kim breathed. Reaching over, she took one of Bonnie's hands, and said, "Here, touch my breasts." She placed Bonnie's fingers on her huge melons. "Go ahead, feel 'em. They won't bite." She stroked Bonnie's fingers around and about on her round globes. "Feel good?" she whispered, an impish gleam in her baby-blue eyes.
Bonnie nodded. Her face was flushed. She wanted to pull back from this odd-acting girl, but didn't have the will power. She continued to stroke and fondle Kim's titties. They were so smooth, so firm, so soft. So nice. She felt herself melting into a hot, creamy sexpot. "What're you going to do to me?" Bonnie had a vague idea of what was happening. Somewhere along the line in high school she'd read about girls who made love to each other. She'd never encountered it herself, but she'd heard of a few girls in school who, the gossip said, were girls' lovers.
Kim didn't answer. Instead, she eased Bonnie onto the bed. She lay her on her back and spread her legs wide. She lifted Bonnie's knees and stared down at her exposed cunt. Kim wet her lips. Her eyes widened. "Adorable," she murmured huskily, letting her fingers stroke Bonnie's moistness. "Such a pretty pussy. So tiny. So unused-looking. So kissable."
Bonnie stared at the girl. A fear clutched her heart. Kim was acting so strange. "What're you going to do?" Her voice was shaking.
Kim lay flat on top of Bonnie. She bounced her huge tits against Bonnie's huge tits. She bent down until her lips were lightly pressed against Bonnie's. She stared deep into Bonnie's troubled eyes. "I'm going to fuck you, my darling," she breathed, shoving her legs between Bonnie's and allowing her tiny blonde cunt to mash against Bpnnie's tiny brown-haired cunt.
"You're going to fuck me?" Bonnie's eyes popped wide in amazement. "How?"
"With my tongue!" Kim shoved her tongue far out. "Haven't you ever been tongue-fucked by another girl?"
Bonnie shook her head dazedly. "No."
"Then relax, darling. You're in for a treat!" Kim wet her lips with her hot tongue. She shoved it far out and began her tonguing journey into the lovely teenager.
Bonnie tried to relax. Before long she found she couldn't relax, not with a darting tongue being shoved in and out of her hot pussy. The tension left her. Kim had promised this would be fun. She couldn't agree more.
It was fun!