Robert Kyle - Swapped wife

She found out a couple of weeks later. Jon had called Brad and arranged their first "party". Jon suggested that Sheila and Brad come over for dinner the next Saturday night. It seemed funny to Brad that Jon's phone call was very casual and ordinary. There wasn't any mention of sex at all, Jon merely told him where they lived and what time to be there.

Sheila's biggest problem was in deciding what to wear. She finally chose a white, tight-fitting dress that clung to her curvy body like a glove. The dress was low cunt in front and designed to be worn without a bra. The front of the neckline plunged well below her tits and her well-formed nipples poked at the thin material. The floor-length dress was split about halfway up her thigh on the left side. The white, shiny material contrasted with her dark skin and black hair. She looked sexy as hell and she knew it.

"How do I look?" she asked Brad as he came into the bedroom just as she was finishing dressing. "Great. Good enough to eat, in fact," he replied with a grin.

"Well, that's the idea," she retorted.

Since making up their minds to try swinging, they had begun to talk about it openly. They no longer made any secret of the fact that they wanted to experiment with other sex partners. Just the thought of it turned them both on.

But during the hour drive to Jon and Carol's, a tense sense of anticipation began to build up. They exchanged small talk just to make conversation, but they couldn't keep their minds on it. Sheila looked down at her low-cut dress. Suddenly she felt very naked. She thought of asking Brad to turn back.

After what seemed like an eternity, Brad pulled up in front of Jon and Carol's house. It was a large split-level with a spacious yard and lots of trees.

They were greeted at the front door by both Jon and Carol, who ushered them into a large living room with a high, open-beam ceiling. It was a chilly night, and a fire in a gigantic fireplace at the opposite end of the living room looked inviting.

Sheila had wondered if her sexy outfit might be overdoing it a bit, but one look at Carol told her that she had nothing to worry about. Carol's well-rounded figure was only partly hidden underneath a silky lounging outfit. Her tits and nipples were easily viewed through the sheer pink material and her tight-fitting pants showed off the lovely curves of her asscheeks and the fine lines of her shapely thighs. The outline of her bikini panties added to the tantalizing effect of her attire. "What can I get you to drink?" Jon asked as he took their coats. Brad and Sheila both asked for Scotch and sodas, which he quickly produced from a bar near the fireplace. He poured another Scotch and soda for Carol and a bourbon and water for himself.

They chatted on about a number of things, just like any couples getting acquainted. After several drinks Carol announced that dinner was ready. As she got up, Brad eyed her carefully. She was medium height, about the same as Sheila. Her blonde hair was cut short. She had a pretty face with fragile features. Her tits were round and firm, the kind that beg to be fondled and kissed. Her nipples seemed permanently erect, and they never stopped poking out against the thin material of her blouse.

After dinner, Brad poured four glasses of expensive French cognac. It warmed Sheila's throat as she sipped it and made her feel warm and sensual. Forgotten were her thoughts of chickening out. Now she was looking forward to it.

Sheila studied ion as he stood near the fireplace, his face illuminated by the flickering light. He was saying something, but she didn't hear him. Instead, she was concentrating on his large, athletic physique.

"How about some more cognac?" he was saying. If he hadn't moved toward her, she wouldn't have realized he was talking to her. She looked at her glass and was surprised to see that it was empty.

"Yes, that would be fine," she smiled, and handed her glass to Jon. He filled her glass and then sat down next to her on the small couch. Suddenly, she was aware that they were alone. Brad and Carol had drifted off somewhere without her even noticing it. She sipped her cognac and looked at Jon.

Then it began. Gently, he took the glass from her hand and pulled her close to him. She felt her soft tits crush against his chest as they kissed. She opened her mouth slightly and slipped her tongue between his lips to let him know that she was ready and eager. His hands caressed her back, and she felt herself quiver with sensual anticipation.

He didn't rush it. He kissed her for several minutes on the lips, and then he began nibbling at her neck. She squirmed with delight as she felt his hot tongue lick at her soft skin and send little shocks of joy rippling through her. He kissed his way down the vee of her neckline, just barely brushing his lips against the inner edges of her tits.

She pressed her lips against his ear and let her warm breath float over her tongue as she teased him with it. Then he slipped one strap of her dress over her shoulder. He paused, and then slipped the other strap off. Then he eased the straps down over her arms, pulling the front of her dress away from her naked tits.

Her shimmering boobs glowed in the firelight. Her nipples stood out hard and firm, ready to be felt and sucked. She watched him drink in the naked beauty of her tits.

"You're lovely," he murmured as he bent forward to kiss the inviting flesh she so willingly offered to him. He kissed the top of her right tit first. She gasped as she felt his mouth cover her nipple. His hands were at her hips and she felt herself lifting her body so he could slide her dress down her legs. He gasped at her longingly as she leaned back on the couch clad only in her brief bikini panties.

As he looked at her, she stood up and walked over to the blazing fire. Slowly, she eased the panties from her hips and let the tiny garment fall to the floor. She pressed her satiny thighs together and rotated her hips while he drank in her naked beauty. She beckoned to him to come closer, and when he did, she unbuckled his belt and unzipped his fly. Sheila reached for his cock, and she shuddered with pleasure as she felt its steel-like hardness.

"I'm going to love fucking you," she whispered as she kissed his ear again. She wondered if the words shocked him. But she didn't care. She felt like saying it.

As Jon stripped out of his clothes, Sheila danced around the room to the slow, dreamy music that she now was conscious of for the first time. When he was naked, she came closer and their bodies melted together as they locked their mouths together in a long, wet kiss. The feel of Jon's hard cock against her belly was sheer delight for Sheila. She loved the feel of a hard prick, and his felt especially good.

Jon reached for her tit and squeezed it in his powerful hand. He caressed and kneaded her sensuous flesh until she moaned with wanton pleasure and ground her horny cunt into his crotch. She felt his balls against her wet pussylips and she wiggled her hips so that his balls rolled back and forth over the seductive opening to her cunt.

Jon pulled her down to the floor with him and they lay side by side on the soft, thick carpet, the flames from the fire warming their naked bodies. He kissed her tits again, this time nearly sucking them from her chest as he pulled the soft flesh deep into his mouth. She stroked his bare back, and then she ran her hand down over his muscular ass. Her fingernails dug into his flesh, making him wriggle with pain and pleasure. She eased her fingers into his ass crack and toyed with his asshole while his tongue lapped at her nipple.

Then he began kissing his way down her naked belly until his lips were just above her black cunt hair. He brushed his lips gently over the soft hair and breathed in the delightful aroma of her cunt. He descended to her knees and lifted her left leg into the air. Slowly, he began licking the sensitive skin on the back of her knee. It was fantastic. She had never known that this part of her body could feel so sexy.