Robert Kyle - Swapped wife

Brad's cock throbbed violently as he erupted within her mouth and filled it with his white cum. She tasted the sticky jism as it splashed over her tongue and trickled down her throat. She sucked him harder and drank every last drop of his hot cum.

It was precisely ten o'clock the next morning when Brad Tomlin opened the door of Gordon Hawkins' office and strode into the room. He had wanted to catch Hawkins' off guard and the startled look on the older man's face told Brad that he had done it. Brad could see that Hawkins was expecting a showdown. He stuttered, hardly able to get out an audible "good morning" as Brad sat down in the chair in front of Hawkins' desk.

But Brad had guessed that Hawkins would be fearing a head-on confrontation, and so he had devised another plan. Instead of even mentioning the previous night's fuck scene, Brad immediately launched into a long discussion of the problems of the audit that he had been working on. Brad watched Hawkins closely and could tell that the older man was hardly listening. He was visibly shaken by Brad's presence.

Brad kept up his explanation of the complexities of the audit for almost half an hour. Hawkins would nod his head or mumble agreement whenever Brad asked for a response or opinion an a particular point, but he knew that the banker was preoccupied with the events of the previous evening.

Brad concluded at last and then smiled confidently at Hawkins. "Yes sir, I think we've got the problem just about solved."

"Uh, fine, fine," Hawkins replied absentmindedly.

"Oh, by the way, sir, I want to thank you for taking care of my stranded wife last night. Very thoughtful of you."

Hawkins paled. He started to cough. He tried to speak, but he could only nod his head.

"It was unfortunate that I had to stand Sheila up last night," Brad added. "It's also unfortunate that she can't hold her liquor. She just loses all her inhibitions. Lets her defenses down. Then the next day she's sorry about what's happened. She wants to confess everything to everybody involved. I try to be understanding, but it's difficult sometimes."

Hawkins grew paler. He was trembling. He realized that Brad knew everything. Brad could ruin him and he knew it.

"It's a shame the way some people take advantage of a girl," Brad went on. He pretended that his remarks were not directed at Hawkins but instead at some unknown villain. Brad didn't have to hit him over, the head with it. The frail banker got the message.

Brad got up to leave. He walked across the room and paused with his hand on the doorknob. He turned, facing Hawkins.

"I've been thinking about the promotion. You know, to full vice-president. After I complete this audit, perhaps you could use the occasion to write a memo to the board of directors recommending me for a move upstairs."

Hawkins nodded meekly as Brad closed the door firmly behind him.

Sheila wasn't so sure that her husband's promotion to vice-president in charge of the trust department at First Union Bank was such a good deal.

His new position paid more money, and that was nice. She had bought a closet full of new clothes and some other things. But there were some drawbacks, too.

In the two months since her scheme had forced Hawkins to recommend Brad for the promotion, it seemed like she had hardly seen her husband. Brad was always flying off to some convention or conference and leaving her alone. Being alone so much left her bored and frustrated.

Sheila poured herself another cup of coffee and sat down in the kitchen breakfast nook and tried to concentrate on the novel she was reading. She read a couple of pages and then her mind began to wander. She thought about Brad. She had driven him to O'Hare International Airport just a couple of hours earlier to catch a seven a.m. flight to New York. The two days until he would return loomed like an eternity in front of her.

Brad told her that she should join some women's groups and take an interest in suburban civic affairs, but the idea turned her off. Meetings bored the hell out of her. Still, almost anything would be better than sitting around the house with nothing to do.

She was beginning to feel the same type of dullness in her life that she had before Marge had wised her and Brad up to putting some extra spark in their sex lives. She and Brad hadn't done any swapping for a while, and Sheila was starting to feel the urge to try something new.

For some reason, she started to get horny as hell every time Brad left on a business trip. She couldn't help wishing he were back so that they could jump into bed and fuck their brains out.

She looked up at the kitchen clock and discovered she had been daydreaming for almost half an hour. Her sexy thoughts had produced a warm feeling in her cunt, and suddenly Sheila realized she was hornier than hell. She pressed her thighs together. She wasn't wearing any pantyhose underneath her brief skirt, and the feel of one naked thigh against the other excited her.

It felt good just sitting there rubbing her thighs together and wiggling her ass against the seat of the breakfast nook. Without really thinking about what she was doing, she began unbuttoning her blouse. She slipped one hand inside her bra and cupped her tit. She was surprised at how warm the soft flesh felt. Her nipple hardened, under her touch, and she rubbed the erect little piece of flesh until shivers of pleasure rippled through her tit.

Soon the bra and the blouse got in the way of her self-induced pleasure, and Sheila shed the unwanted garments. She grabbed her tits in both hands and squeezed the luscious flesh between her fingers. It felt good, oh so good, Sheila thought to herself. She pushed her ample tits high up on her chest and licked first one nipple and then the other.

Sheila let her right hand slide down over her naked belly to her legs. She pulled up the miniskirt and caressed her soft thighs. Then she felt the wet spot on the crotch of her panties. She pressed a finger into the damp material and rubbed it over her puffy cuntlips. The panties were sopping with the juices that oozed from her pussy, and Sheila felt her clit begin to throb as her finger teased her cuntal rim.

Standing up in the middle of the kitchen, Sheila slipped out of her skirt and panties. Leaving her clothes in a pile, she went into the bedroom to look at herself in the mirror. Her nakedness excited her. She toyed with her tits and then eased her hands down over the smooth skin of her soft belly to her black cunt hair. She ran her fingers through the silky hair while she undulated her hips back and forth. Her hands went to the back of her body and she rubbed them over her, round asscheeks.

Her breathing grew heavier as she felt up her body and excited herself while she watched in the mirror. She hadn't masturbated to the point of an orgasm since she was in high school, and now she felt the joy of her own touch again. Her lusty cunt was really getting juiced up. She could feel the juices wetting the tops of her thighs.

Sheila pressed her fingers against her hardened clit and imagined she was being licked by a man's tongue. She closed her eyes and rubbed her love button with one hand while the fingernails of her other hand dug into her tender asscheeks. Slowly, Sheila lowered her nude body to the floor and lay on her back with her, legs spread wide apart.

Both hands went to her crotch, and instantly the middle finger of her left hand was entering her cunt. Deeper and deeper she inserted her finger into her juicy hole. But it didn't feel like a finger inside her, it felt like a cock. A small, thin cock, maybe, but a cock nonetheless. Sheila's other hand went to work on her clit again, and soon she was madly finger-fucking herself in a wild, sensual rhythm.

Her hips were bouncing up and down off the bedroom carpet and her finger was jabbing furiously into the depths of her cunt. Her pussy muscles spasmed as Sheila excited the sensuous flesh of her inner cunt with her finger. Her mouth was open and her head rolled from side to side as she panted and moaned under the delicious stimulation she was giving herself.