Robert Kyle - Swapped wife

Brad pumped his cock harder as he closed his eyes and imagined his naked wife finger-fucking herself on the bed. He heard Sheila groan in wanton pleasure as the jism shot from his cock in sharp spurts.

Brad got back to town just a few days before the big bash planned by Todd and Ellen. The party was set for a Saturday night, and Todd had asked Brad to meet with him at his office at one o'clock on the following Monday. Brad was positive that things were coming to a head.

"Ellen said to wear something casual," Sheila remarked as she ran the brush through her long hair. "Somehow I thought this would be a big dress-up affair."

"You never know about these things." Brad was buttoning his sport shirt. "I've got a damn good hunch that clothes aren't going to be too important tonight."

Sheila pondered the thought as her mind wandered ahead to the evening. She was sure this was going to be some sort of a party for swingers, but she didn't really know what was in store for her and Brad. In fact, she was still thinking about it when Brad pulled the car into the long driveway that led to Todd and Ellen Harrison's secluded mansion outside of Chicago.

It was getting dark when they arrived, and they could hear the sound of voices and the clinking of cocktail glasses as they rang the doorbell and waited for Lisa to answer it.

"Mr. and Mrs. Tomlin! Won't you come in?" Lisa greeted them warmly but formally. She was wearing a short minidress, and Brad noticed immediately that she wore no pantyhose.

Brad and Sheila started to head for the large living room where the party was obviously going on, but Lisa stopped them.

"Mrs. Harrison told me to ask you to wait here," she said, pointing to the doorway to a small parlor. "I'll tell her you're here." She led them into the little room and then left closing the door behind her.

"What in the hell is going on?" Brad muttered. "What are we doing in here?"

Before Sheila could answer, the door opened, and Ellen appeared. Sheila's mouth dropped open. It was easy to see why Ellen had told them to dress casually. Except for a strand of pearls and several loose-fitting bracelets, she was completely naked.

"Hello, you two! I hope I'm not shocking you. You see, this isn't one of those times where we want to waste time with preliminaries."

"I can see that," Brad said with a contrived laugh.

"Come on, don't be bashful. Get those clothes off. You'll look silly attending a nude party with your clothes on."

Brad and Sheila looked at each other and then began undressing. They managed to keep a conversation going with Ellen as they stripped.

"Okay, let's get going," Ellen said when they had finished undressing. She put her arm around Brad's waist and took Sheila by the hand to guide them to the big living room filled with other naked guests.

No one seemed to notice as they entered the room, and Ellen led them over to a small bar where Lisa, now also naked, was mixing drinks.

"Lisa will mix your first one and then you're on your own," Ellen announced. Sheila and Brad both called for Scotch and sodas, which Lisa quickly produced.

They were just taking the first sip of their drinks when a naked couple walked up to them and Ellen.

"Well, Ellen, who are your new friends?" the woman asked. "You're not saving them all for yourself are you?"

"Don't get jealous so fast, Terri. You know I'm not that way. Besides, I always see to it that all of my guests have a good time."

Ellen introduced Sheila and Brad to Terri and a man named Ken, who turned out not to be her husband. They had already shed their mates and had paired off. But when Terri go ta look at Brad's muscular form, she wasn't so sure she had made the right choice.

It wasn't that Ken had anything wrong with him, but she had fucked him half a dozen times or so before and Brad was somebody new. The five of them stood around in a circle talking, pretending not to notice each other's nakedness and at the same time stealing glimpses at every opportunity.

Terri was a well-built brunette with bouncy tits that jiggled as she moved her body. As Sheila surveyed Ken's naked form and his cock, she found herself imagining what his cock looked like when it was hard.

That was one of the things that amazed Sheila. As she looked around the room, she found that all the people there were good-looking and attractive in one way or another. There were a number of truly beautiful naked women. But what was shocking was that none of the men had hard-ons. She checked Brad and saw that his prick was only slightly larger than its relaxed size.

As they talked, several other couples came up and Ellen introduced them, and soon Brad and Sheila were having trouble keeping track of names.

Sheila was talking to a man named Paul when she finished her first drink, and he offered to refill it for her. He stepped behind the bar to mix her drink, and soon she and Brad were separated by other naked bodies. It was several minutes later when she realized that Brad and Terri had eased their way across the room and had joined another circle of people.

The party seemed to be picking up now, and Sheila began to notice hands casually caressing naked shoulders and antis encircling naked waists. As she stood talking to Paul, she saw a girl named Joan begin running her hand along the front of the thigh of the man she was standing next to. She brushed her hand lightly over his cock, and soon she had it in her grip, rubbing it back and forth.

"Oooh, look what we have here," Joan giggled as she felt the cock rise up under her touch. "Jim, what's gotten into you?" This brought a laugh for the group of a half-dozen people standing around them, and Sheila found herself staring at Tim's enlarged cock. As though this were some sort of a signal, the others in the group began getting more friendly with each other's bodies. Sheila felt Paul's hand caressing her smooth ass, and she leaned closer to him, eager to feel his body against hers. She let her arm drape in front of him as they stood side by side, and she felt the warm flesh of his cock against her hand.

This was really wild, Sheila thought to herself. Here she was in a room with three dozen other naked people acting as though nothing were out of the ordinary. A man she had never met before was pressing his fingers between her asscheeks and she was fondling his cock. And at the same time she was standing there making small talk with people who were doing the same things.

She found herself wondering what Brad was doing, and as she looked around the room for him, she saw that the pace was really beginning to pick up now.

A blonde Sheila had met earlier at the bar was kneeling in front of a tanned young man, who was sitting on a couch. The blonde had a glass of red wine in her hand, and she slowly poured a few drops of wine on his cock and then licked it off. His stiff prick stood straight out from his body and seemed to get longer with every lick from the blonde's moist tongue.

Finally, when the glass was almost empty, the blonde sucked the man's cock into her mouth and began giving him a real blowjob. She took his prick all the way into her throat. Sheila watched as the blonde plunged up and down the swollen cock until the men began to thrust his hips up and down in the early stages of his orgasm. The blonde sucked him furiously for a few seconds and then released his cock from her mouth.

She grabbed the wineglass again and caught the load of cum from his erupting cock in the glass. When his jism had stopped shooting into the glass, the blonde lifted it to her lips and slowly drank down the exotic mixture of wine and cum while the man watched.

"Look like fun?" Paul's words snapped Sheila out of her entranced state.

"It's different, to say the least."