Robert Kyle - Swapped wife

She looked at his nude body. His rigid prick stood straight up along his belly. She smiled at him and winked. "The more I see, the more I like."

His cock was throbbing as he watched her slip out of her blouse and bare her firm boobs to him. Her nipples were big and hard. He couldn't wait to suck them. Then she slid the bottoms to her outfit off, but left her bikini panties on. As she moved, her tits hardly jiggled. Resides being perfectly formed, they were as solid as fresh melons.

Slowly, she inched her panties down her legs and revealed her cunt to him. Her pussy hair was soft and fine and it left he puffy cuntlips completely exposed.

Carol shoved her body close to him and felt his hard dick press into the soft flesh of her slim belly. She reached behind him and thrilled at the feel of his muscular asscheeks. Their mouths met, and he lashed his wet tongue between her lips. She sucked on it as though it were a prick. He teased and tantalized her with it.

She twisted her sexy body against his cock. Her hard tits poked against his hairy chest, and he could feel her erect nipples burning his naked skin. They fucked each other's mouths with their tongues, feeling the warm dampness of their tongues as they slid together.

Then Brad pulled her to the bed. Instantly, she became a whirlwind of passion. Her lips were like a thousand fireflies. She was kissing him everywhere.

On the neck, on the chest, on the thighs. Her delicate hands swarmed over him, feeling every inch of his naked body. She caressed his balls and brushed his cock lightly with her fingers. His prick throbbed under her touch.

Her moist, wet lips were between his legs, and her tongue was lapping at the base of his cock. She licked at his balls, then opened her mouth wide and took his prick into her mouth. Brad nearly went out of his skull as Carol rolled his balls between her lips and lapped at them with her hot tongue. He couldn't keep from squirming. He felt as though he would explode. Her mouth was absolutely fantastic!

Releasing his balls from her wanton mouth, she turned her attention to his cock. She teased the base of his prick with her tongue. Her warm breath ignited his sensitive skin as she planted wet kisses on his shaft. She wasn't in any hurry. It took her a good two minutes to inch her lusty mouth up the length of his cock to its purplish head. Her tongue bathed the smooth head of his cock in dozens of swirling kisses. She was on her knees bending over him with her bare asscheeks sticking up into the air.

She put her whole mouth around the pulsing head of his cock and sucked. Her tongue drilled at his tiny opening as he pulled his prick deeper and deeper into her mouth. Her lips felt like velvet against his hard dick. She kept moving her mouth up and down over his prick until she knew he couldn't last much longer.

Before Brad knew what was happening, she had let his cock slip from her mouth and was lowering her snatch to his prick as she straddled his body facing him. She put her juicy cunt against the tip of his cock and lowered her body the rest of the way. Her open, wet slot sucked his prick up into her body, and her cunt walls stung with pleasure as she felt his prick slide between them. He worked his hard-on deeper into her flowing cunt until she was impaled on his rigid pole.

Chills of joy rippled through her body as she pushed his pulsing prick farther into her snatch. Her cunt walls tightened around his dick as he rammed it into her. His hands went to her tits. Brad couldn't believe it. Her firm knockers were like nothing he had ever felt before. They were so solid, yet they seemed to throb and grow under his touch. Her big nipples delighted him and he squeezed them tightly between his fingers, making her moan with pleasure.

She was twisting and moving her hips in a circle as she bent his cock in every direction. Carol lifted herself up slightly and let his cock slip from her cunt. She grabbed his vibrating prick and pressed it against her clit. Her tiny organ fit neatly against the opening of his cock. Brad could feel her lusty excitement taking control of her.

Then she put his cock between her cuntlips and he surged into her again. This time there was no fooling around. Their bodies crashed together like a pair of battering rams as they raced toward their orgasms. Her juices ran out of her cunt and soaked his balls.

Harder and harder she felt him jab his prick into her body until she felt her cunt spasm. She gasped as his jets of hot cum drenched her cunt. Brad felt himself come and pumped harder as his orgasm burned through his pounding dick. He felt their juices mingle and bathe his cock as her pussy drank up his load.

Carol lifted herself off Brad's cock and lay beside him. He gathered her in his arms and felt the warmth of her naked body against his own. She pressed her wet snatch against the side of his thigh and snuggled against him as they lay there in blissful silence.

Brad was just drifting off to sleep when he felt something warm and wet against his cock. He opened his eyes and saw Carol licking at his soft cock with her tongue. He watched her as she put his soft cock between her lips and sucked it into her mouth. Brad gazed at her in amazement as he felt his prick harden.

In seconds Brad felt himself starting to come, and soon his hot jism was splashing against the back of her throat and she was gulping it down and sucking for more. She pulled at the tip of his cock with her lips until every last drop of cum was drained from his balls.

Her thighs were pressed tightly together and she was wiggling her hips in a steady motion. Brad saw her shudder and knew that she was coming, too.

Being able to say that you were an assistant vice-president of one of Chicago's biggest banks was the type of thing that sounded good at cocktail parties, but it didn't mean a helluva lot. First Union Bank handed out the assistant V-P titles for just two reasons – to give the younger men the impression that they were on their way to the top and to give the relics who were about to retire one last shot at a little prestige.

Brad Tomlin didn't like being fooled about his career and he sure as hell wasn't ready to retire. He'd had the title of assistant vice-president in the commercial loan division for almost two years now, and he knew he had to make his move soon or get lost in the shuffle forever. A series of promotions had just been announced by First Union, and Brad's name wasn't on the list.

"Brad, my boy, you've got to be patient. First Union likes to let a man age a little. Like good wine." Gordon Hawkins put his hand on Brad's shoulder in his phony, blue-nosed way. Hawkins was Brad's boss. A man in his early fifties, Hawkins came from one of Chicago's better families. He had been working at the bank ever since he flunked out of college thirty years before.

The fact that Hawkins had been tossed out of a top Eastern school was known only a few people at the bank. In fact, it was only because of an odd string of events that Brad possessed this and several other well-guarded secrets about Hawkins' life.

Brad's contempt for Hawkins grew as the older man prattled on about the tradition and honor that went with a career at First Union. Bullshit, Brad thought. Everybody in the organization had gotten to the top by puffing strings.

But then as Brad fumed silently to himself while suppressing the urge to plant his fist squarely in Hawkins' puny face, something bolted through his mind. If the way to get to the top in this business is by pulling strings, why in the hell didn't he start pulling a few on his own?

As Brad pretended to accept Hawkins assurance of getting his chance "in due course", and went back to his own office, his mind began to tackle the real problem. Brad suddenly realized that hard work and top performance at his job had gotten him as far as they could. Now he was going to have to change his game plan.