Erica and I had an open, healthy relationship. We knew from our first night together that we were both insatiable. that soon lead to exploration and we went from sex shows to swinging, to full-blown orgies. This was knew though. I'd heard of ponygirl races but never had the change to see one. Now, I was invited, I had to take my horny wife with me. And oh, did she love it!
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The tension rose for a few seconds and then the starting piston went, and the ponies were through the gate. It was really a race of two parts. About half of the girls leapt forward, dragging their carts and jockeys at a sprint, just like racehorses. The others struggled and sadly looked like girls, not ponies! Erica looked at me with laughter in her eyes. African Princess was already halfway around the track and my bet; Golden Girl was barely out of the traps. She was stiff in her harness and her petite brunette jockey was whipping her flanks with what looked very much like a real riding crop.
It was no contest, and I could feel my wife's eyes burning a hole in me, as her lovely black ponygirl romped home! I eventually turned to look at her laughing face. "Go on then," I goaded her.
"Oh, nothing! Do you want me to buy you an apron on the way home?"
I swatted her with the programme and caught her breast. We both laughed. "You can keep your side bets," I chuckled and squeezed her thigh.
"Careful Romeo," she countered. "Those girls have already got me flustered. You'll push me over the edge!"
"Keep a cork in it! There's a surprise at the end," I teased.
The next races got steadily better and so did my betting. By the final, I was actually in the black! I wasn't counting Erica's winnings, but she was clearly cashing in big style. The other thing that was rising race by race was my wife's libido. Her blouse was open several buttons and her skirt had ridden up, as her legs kept sliding open. She had also befriended the couple next to her; big, bodybuilder-type man and his petite wife or girlfriend. She was almost on the woman's lap, and I had no doubt she was ready to fuck them both; she was highly aroused. While we waited for the last race to start, I leant across the two women to introduce myself. "Hi, I'm Justin and I see you already know my wife, Erica!"
I don't know quite what I expected but the thick Scandinavian accent took me by surprise. "I am Magnus.... From Norway," he added unnecessarily. He gestured towards Erica. "Your wife is a fine filly. She should be racing."
"You're not the first person to say that" I grinned.
