Robert Kyle - Swapped wife

"Honey, it sounds fantastic. I mean all the money and the big deal and all that, but you left out one important detail."

"Like what?" Brad replied.

"Like what this Harry J. what ever his name is looks like. Some of these fat cats can be pretty fat and damned ugly."

"J. Todd Harrison," Brad corrected her. "You're in luck. He's a little taller than I am. About forty-five. He's a physical fitness nut. Plays tennis all year round. Not an ounce of fat on him."

Sheila's face brightened. "Sounds better all the time," she smiled.

"In fact," Brad added, "I may be the one who's got his work cut out for him. I've never seen his wife. Maybe she's the one who's fat and ugly. Could be that's why he keeps her forty miles out of town."

When Todd and Ellen Harrison greeted the Tomlins' at the door the following Saturday evening, both Brad and Sheila knew instantly what their hosts had in mind.

Ellen Harrison was a couple of years younger than her husband, but she could have easily passed for a woman around thirty. Her features were fine and almost aristocratic. She was wearing a backless evening gown that clung to her exquisite figure like a glove. The snug material pushed her ample tits high on her chest and the neckline plunged to just above her nipples. The floor-length dress was slit up the front about three-quarters of the way to her cunt.

In contrast to Ellen, Sheila felt like she was dressed for a wake in her modest floor length dress. But Sheila's attention was drawn quickly to Todd. His casual evening clothes were expensively tailored and he looked like something out of a Hollywood movie. His once-black hair had a grayish tone to it. His suntanned handsomeness turned Sheila on instantly. She licked her lips. Already she could feel her desire building.

Todd went behind the bar to mix cocktails while Ellen slipped onto a leather-covered barstool between Brad and Sheila.

"You can't imagine how thrilled we are that you two could join us," Ellen sparkled. She obviously wanted her guests to feel welcome, and her voice had a genuine ring to it instead of the hollow phoniness Sheila and Brad had both expected. "Todd has told me quite a lot about you, Brad, and I must say you certainly have made an impression on my husband."

"Ellen, you're embarrassing our guests," Todd rebuked his wife jokingly. "Besides, this is pleasure, not business. Here, drink up," he said as he placed martinis in front of them.

"Todd always says my biggest fault is saying what I think," Ellen responded. "He says I'm too open and don't have any secrets," she added with a slight giggle as she nodded toward her nearly naked tits. They all laughed, and at once Brad was positive that the biggest business deal of his entire career would depend upon what happened in the next couple of hours.

"Come on, dear, let's give our new friends a tour of our little palace," Ellen said as she slid lightly off the barstool with her martini clutched deftly in her delicate hand. She took Brad by the arm, and the two of them, followed by Todd and Sheila, started down a long hallway that led to the rear of the enormous house. As Ellen led them on the tour of the mansion, Brad noticed that she was clinging closer and closer to him, and her thigh often brushed against his as they walked. It wasn't long, either, before Todd had placed his arm casually around Sheila's waist.

The four of them strolled down oak paneled halls and tip a richly carved staircase. Ellen proudly flung open the doors of a half-dozen bedrooms, each tastefully decorated in a different color and style.

"This one has a water bed," she informed them as she opened the door to a lavishly decorated mod room with thick red shag carpeting and dozens of brightly colored pillows scattered about. The large water bed was located in the center of the room with several couches placed in a circle around it as though it were a stage.

They descended a spiral staircase that led to the main dining room. A table with enough room for at least two dozen people ran the length of the worn beneath crystal chandeliers. When they returned to the den, Todd fixed them all another drink. They chatted and sipped their martinis for a few minutes before Ellen announced that dinner was ready.

They strolled across the hall to a small dining room containing a rather small table for four. Four glasses of red wine glistened in the candle light, giving the room an exotic, almost sexy atmosphere.

As soon as they were seated and had tasted the expensive French wine, a girl about nineteen dressed in a maid's uniform entered the room carrying a tray of serving dishes. She was a strikingly pretty girl with black hair cut in a short boyish style. But it wasn't her lovely face that caught the Tomlins' attention. It was her unbelievably short skirt. As she bent over to serve the stuffed Cornish hen accompanied by a rich wine sauce, her skirt covered only about half of her curvaceous asscheeks. The bikini panties she was wearing were of the skimpiest possible cut, and she casually displayed her nearly naked ass as she carefully and slowly served the dinner. Brad had to fight with himself to keep from reaching out and running his hand up the girl's finely tapered thighs to her well-rounded asscheeks as she returned to the dining room again and again to serve the seven-course meal.

Neither Todd nor Ellen made any mention of the girl's sexy attire. Ellen only mentioned that her name was Lisa and that she lived with them as a fulltime maid.

The martinis, the exotic candlelight dinner, the wine and Lisa's tempting figure all combined to fashion the mood that Todd and Ellen had intended.

So it didn't seem unnatural at all when Todd suggested that he and Sheila take a walk through the wooded grounds in the warm summer night while Ellen and Brad stayed to finish their after-dinner brandy.

As they walked down a narrow cobblestone path that wound through a large grove of trees that surrounded the mansion, Sheila leaned her head lightly on Todd's shoulder. She knew he intended to try to fuck her, and she wanted him to know that she was ready any time he was.

But being an expert when it came to women, Todd was in no hurry. He enjoyed beautiful women as he knew we would enjoy Sheila, but as he had no lack of interesting sex partners, he had no reason to hurry.

They strolled down the path for several minutes before Todd stopped near a stone bench and turned to her. He slipped one hand through her long silky hair and placed his lingers gently against the back of her neck and drew her to him.

Sheila took a half-step toward him and let her willing body melt against his muscular frame as their lips met. As their mouths opened and their tongues slid between each other's lips, Sheila pushed her hips forward and felt Todd's cock stiffen against her soft body.

Todd's tongue excited the desire that Sheila was so eager to release as he explored every hot, wet inch of her wanton mouth. She met his tongue with her own and slipped it deliciously back and forth over his hot flesh. So enraptured was she by the oral fucking she was getting, Sheila hardly noticed when Todd easily unzipped the back of her dress and unsnapped her bra.

As Todd pulled his mouth from Sheila's, he stepped back and slipped the dress and bra off her shoulders. Suddenly she was naked to the waist, and the moonlight shone on her tits. She stood motionless, as though entranced, waiting for his next move.

Todd's lips went to her neck and he kissed her lightly at first and then harder as he delighted and excited her sensitive skin. Then he cupped her left tit in his hand and lifted her erect nipple to his lips. Slowly, he pulled the warm button of flesh between his lips and bathed it with his tongue. So expert, so sensuous were his tongue and lips, that Sheila felt her knees getting weak.