It was Henry David Thoreau, in Walden, who remarked, "The mass of men lead lives of quiet desperation." This statement appears to be just as true today as it was then. Perhaps it is even more valid today considering the pressures and frequent monotony of today's world.
The majority of today's men and women live in an overcrowded, competitive, noisy world. Most are put into slots and walk on a treadmill -- going to boring jobs, living in carbon-copy houses, socializing with the same people. Their desperation is reflected in the rising rate of divorce, alcoholism, drug addiction, and at times is frighteningly released through violent and seemingly unmotivated crime.
The fictional characters in SWAPPED WIFE are desperate people, like their real-life counterparts. Bored, frustrated, unhappy, they seize at the first opportunity for release. In their need, they cast aside morals and scruples, determined to live only for the moment, to grab at pleasure before it is taken away.
SWAPPED WIFE is a novel about the "quiet desperation" in so many of us -- and the extremes to which it may drive us.
The Publisher
Chapter One
Brad Tomlin gazed at the martini on the rocks through murky eyes. It was his third. Or was it his fourth? He wasn't sure, and what's more, he didn't give a good fuck.
His gaze drifted up over the top of the glass to the blonde across the small table from him. Her large, full tits bulged underneath her tight blue sweater. His eyes wandered upward to the soft white skin of her slim neck, to her sensuous red lips and then to her soft blue eyes.
They stared silently at each other for a moment as Brad swirled the ice and the lone olive around in the bottom of his glass. She had been chattering on about something or other just a moment ago, but when she realized that Brad wasn't listening to a word she said, she stopped abruptly in mid-sentence.
"I'm sorry, Angie," Brad apologized. "What were you saying?"
"It doesn't matter. I was just making conversation. What's the matter, Brad, you look like you're ready to have them stop the world so you can get off."
He didn't answer right away. His mind ran over the coincidental string of events that had brought them together in the dim, cozy little bar in the heart of Chicago's banking district. Angie had been one of the things that Brad had noticed first when he had been assigned to supervise the tellers in the gleaming new First Union Bank building.
There were a lot of sexy broads working in the banks and brokerage houses in the bustling financial district, and while Brad wouldn't have minded fucking them all, there was something special about Angie. He hadn't been able to put his finger on it until just now, but suddenly he realized what it was.
As he looked at Angie's blonde curls that bounced against her shoulders and her cute, round face, he knew what it was about her that attracted him and what she symbolized. Her petite, yet curvy body and everything about her was the exact opposite of his young wife, Sheila.
An image of Sheila with her long, black hair and her dark skin flashed across his mind. He saw her as she paraded across his consciousness clad only in a pair of brief bikini panties. He recalled her long, slim legs, her firm asscheeks, her slender waist and her perfectly shaped tits.
It was funny, he thought to himself. Sheila, his own wife, was actually more beautiful and sexier than the small-town, cheerleader type that was sitting across from him. She probably couldn't fuck as good as Sheila, either, he mused.
Yet he was determined to get into the sack with Angie. If only for the novelty of it. Yes, Goddamn it, that was it, just for the pure novelty of it.
"Why would I want to get off at a time like this?" Brad heard himself saying. He felt he had to say something to boost her ego and to make her feel that she wasn't boring him. "This is the night of our great escape, remember?"
She flashed her blue eyes at him and giggled. She was on her fourth Scotch and soda, and she was beginning to get a little drunk. She giggled some more when Brad reached under the tiny table and ran his hand over her thigh.
"Well, at last," she cooed. "I was beginning to think that all you stuffy old bankers ever thought about was money."
"Number one, I'm not old. Unless you call twenty-seven old," Brad retorted. "Number two, I'm not really sure I'm a banker, and number three, I'll prove to you pretty damn quick that I'm not stuffy."
"That's what I was hoping you would say, Brad. I thought you were never going to ask me to have a drink with you. I thought I was destined to always be the girl that you told about your frustrated ambitions over a cup of coffee in the cafeteria."
Brad wondered whether he had made a mistake in telling Angie about how he felt about his career at the bank. Brad Tomlin hadn't had things easy.
He came from a working-class family on the wrong side of Chicago's tracks. He'd fought for survival as a kid and taken his share of punishment in gang fights. But Brad was more than a fighter. He had brains.
He was smart enough to realize that a knife and a three-foot length of chain couldn't get him everything he wanted in the world. So when he was eighteen, he split from his gang buddies and got a job. It didn't pay much but he was able to get enough for his first semester's tuition at the University of Illinois Chicago campus. After four years of hard work and study, he emerged with a degree in finance and top honors.
Looking back on it, Brad realized that really it had been easy. It didn't seem easy at the time, but it was simpler to accomplish than what he was up against now. Then, he had simply known what he wanted and had busted his balls to get it. What he was up against now was different. He was up against a system where hard work and guts didn't count for much. It was who you were and who you knew that counted.
He saw young men with half the ability and intelligence he had get promoted past him because of their family background and social position. There had to be a way to combat this, too, but he hadn't found it yet. Meanwhile, he consoled himself with a martini and the sexy-looking piece of ass in front of him.
Angie understood Brad's plight and wished she could help him. She had grown up in a small town in northern Minnesota and had come to Chicago to find her place in the world. She had to do her thing, but like Brad, she was finding that it was easier said than done.
They finished their drinks and moments later were speeding along the freeway in Brad's convertible. The cool summer breeze off Lake Michigan fluttered through Angie's soft curls as she rested her head on Brad's shoulder and pressed her nearly naked thigh against his leg. She had let her brief skirt creep up nearly to her cunt, revealing her luscious thighs. The tip of her left tit was pressed into Brad's muscular arm as he drove.
The sun had descended behind the Chicago skyline to the west, turning the waters of Lake Michigan to a dark purple as the evening began to float in over the city. Angie was kissing Brad on the neck by the time they pulled up in front of her apartment building. She was so horny that Brad thought she might want to fuck right there in the car, so he hurried her out of the convertible and into the elevator.
Once inside her apartment, they fell into each other's arms and felt their lips crush together for the first time. They had been building up to this for a long time, and now there wasn't any need for playing games. They both knew what they wanted. Brad ran his hands over her back and pulled her close to him as she ground her cunt against his bulging cock.
Their lips parted and their hot tongues swam together, feeling the electric sensuousness of each other's flesh. Brad felt his cock, get harder and harder as Angie's boobs crushed against his chest. He eased her away from him and slowly moved his hand over one of her giant tits. Even through the protective covering of her sweater and sheer bra, her shimmering flesh felt hot and exciting.
Then Brad undid the buttons on the front of her sweater and slipped the garment off her shoulders. Her dark-red nipples poked against the flimsy material of her bra and cried out to be touched and kissed. Angie reached behind her back and unsnapped her bra, letting it fall to the floor to reveal the beautiful nakedness of her lovely tits. Brad gazed at her for a moment and then as they stood in the middle of her living room, he began kissing her neck, planting soft wet kisses on her tender skin.
Angie was moaning breathlessly by the time Brad's lips reached the sensitive circle of dark flesh that surrounded her erect nipple. She ran her fingers through his dark curly hair and pulled his head closer to her eager tit as he sucked her nipple into his mouth. He played with the spongy piece of flesh with his tongue, and then he began sucking her tit into his mouth until he had no room for more.
"Oh, Brad, baby, oh, oh!" she moaned as he sucked her hot tit and bathed her nipple with his hot tongue. "Oh, honey, that feels so good!" She not only wanted him now, but she needed him. She needed his cock to put out the fire that burned within her yearning cunt.
Brad released her luscious tit from his mouth and they kissed again, crushing their bodies together in a violent embrace. Then she pulled away from him and unzipped her miniskirt. She nearly ripped her pantyhose apart as she fought to free herself from the last of her clothing as fast as she could. In seconds, she had shed her clothing and stood before him perfectly nude.
Angie was a gorgeous creature, all the way from her round, innocent looking face to her wonderful tits and, the inviting triangle of soft brown cunt hair that bid the inner delights of her body. The delights that she was eager to give him.
"This way," she whispered as she led him to the bedroom. She threw herself on the bed and spread her legs wantonly as she watched him undress. She couldn't help wiggling her soft asscheeks against the sheets and undulating her hips in a slow fucking motion as Brad slipped his shorts off. His big, stiff cock sprung upward away from his muscular thighs and stood up straight along his lean belly. She threw her arms around his athletic six-foot frame as he lay down beside her and pulled her close to him.
His hard prick felt wonderful against her soft belly as their mouths found each other again and Brad ran his hand over her satiny asscheeks. She worked her furry cunt against the base of his cock and felt the strength of his powerful prick. His cock delighted and thrilled her and she reached down to place her delicate fingertips on his balls. Slowly, she encircled the base of his throbbing cock with her fingers and squeezed him tightly. The feel of his cock sent shivers of excitement through her entire body.
Her mind raced with passion as she began kissing her way down his muscular chest to his flat stomach. His body felt so strong and powerful, and she wanted to taste every part of it with her horny lips. She licked his navel with her wet tongue while she cupped his bulging balls with one hand. His cock only inches away from her face, looked gigantic, and she longed to have it planted deep within her boiling cunt.
Angie moved her lips lower and kissed Brad's balls. She licked them, making Brad writhe with pleasure. Then she pressed her sensuous lips against the base of his stiff dick and blew her warm breath over his sensitive skin. She began licking his cock with her fiery tongue, and then slowly licked and kissed her way up to the head of his prick.
She licked the smooth, purplish flesh at the end of his cock and tasted the drops of liquid that she had teased from within his body. His cock tasted fantastic, and she flashed her tongue over his pulsing knob in a sensual frenzy that made them both shake with passion. Angie parted her lips and began to suck his cock into her mouth while she continued to dance around it with her tongue.
Farther and farther she sucked Brad's big dick into her mouth until his cockhead slammed against the back of her throat. Then she slid her wet lips back over the length of his cock until it was nearly out of her mouth. She plunged her mouth downward again until he filled her up completely. She repeated her action again and again, each time doing it faster until her head was bobbing up and down over his cock at a furious pace.
As Brad felt himself about to explode, she pulled away from his cock and threw her leg over his body. Straddling his crotch, Angie lowered her dripping cunt over his cock and felt the tip of his prick press against her swollen pussylips. His cock eased past her entrance, sending electric shocks of pleasure racing through her body.
She opened her channel to him and felt his prick slide along her slippery cunt walls. She gasped as she felt his cock fill her aching pussy. Brad thrust his hips upward, jamming his cock into the depths of her cunt and making her moan with pleasure.
"Oh, yes, yes, fuck me! Fill me up!" she sighed while she twisted and turned her naked torso to feel every possible sensation from the intimate coupling of their organs. Angie's twat fit over Brad's cock like a velvet glove, and he felt as though his prick would explode with every movement she made with her talented cunt.
Brad reached up and grabbed her bouncing tits in his strong hands and squeezed them hard. He pinched her nipples between his fingers and made her cry out with wanton joy. Angie's eyes were closed and her mouth half-open as they fucked faster and faster. Both of them knew that they were building toward a fantastic climax, and they ground their bodies together to extract every last ounce of pleasure they could from their wild fuck.
"Oh, baby, I'm coming! I'm coming!" Angie panted as Brad rammed his prick deeper into her body. Then she felt him unleash his cannon shot and spurt his stream of thick cum into her cunt. Her cunt muscles began to throb and then her orgasm blasted through her like a hurricane as she felt herself caught up in a torrent of orgasmic bliss. Her twat was on fire and she loved it. Her whole body shook as she thrashed her hips wildly and felt his cock throb one final time within her clutching cunt.
Finally, exhausted, Angie fell forward on Brad's chest and collapsed. They lay together far several minutes until Brad eased her off him and got out of bed. She looked up at him for a moment, and then her eyes closed. The liquor and sex had done their job, and she slept.
In the hour that it took to drive from Angie's apartment to the North Shore suburbs where he and Sheila lived, Brad began to sort things out in his mind. In a way he was grateful to Angie. Not just for the fuck, but for making him think more clearly. He thought about how the contrast between Angie and Sheila had made him realize what the problem was.
In a way his sex life with Sheila symbolized everything that was wrong. At first, when he and Sheila were married three years ago, their sex life had been one fantastic fuck after another. But as he settled into his job at the bank and they bought their home in the suburbs, a dull sameness began to engulf them. Their fucking became routine, just as their life had become, and although they both still enjoyed the pleasure of each other's bodies, the excitement and thrills that they once gave each other just weren't there.
They had tried to improve things, make new friends, but nothing seemed to work. Sheila even had bought a couple of the popular sex manuals, and soon they found themselves fucking in just about every position imaginable, but that didn't help either.
Dullness, sameness, boredom, frustration. Brad went over the words again and again in his mind. He wasn't sure just what the answer was, but he was sure that sex was a big part of it. Angie had shown him that. Yet, cheating on his wife was not what Brad wanted.
They could have a divorce any time. In fact they had even discussed it. They both agreed that it would be one way to end the monotony of their lives, but they wanted to find the answer together, not alone.
Despite Brad's new insight into their problems, their life didn't get any happier. Finally, one morning Sheila confessed her marital problems to her neighbor, Marge Hendricks, over a cup of morning coffee.
"It's funny," Sheila said. "It used to be that I couldn't wait until Brad got home from the bank so we could hop into bed and ball our brains out. Now we're like a couple of robots. It's affecting our whole lives. We fight and bicker like a couple of selfish kids."
"You could always leave him," Marge offered. "Or do you still love him?"
"Of course, I... well I think I do. Oh sometimes I get so confused I don't know what I think."
"How about your sex life," Marge asked. "Have you tried experimenting or anything like that."
"Hell, yes. We've fucked in every position you could think of. We'd even ball in the kitchen sink if we thought it would do any good."
"That's not what I mean. I mean like adding little variety to your life, like swapping and so forth."
Sheila was shocked. She had had a pretty active sex life before they were married, but since then she had never even considered getting into bed with anyone else but Brad. She wondered whether Marge was going to suggest that they get together for a swap session or what. Sheila wished she hadn't brought the subject up.
"I don't think we'd go for that," Sheila replied finally. "We're not that desperate."
"Don't knock it until you've tried it, honey," Marge retorted. "You might be surprised."
Sheila repeated her lack of interest in swapping but Marge detected a hint of willingness to listen it the expression on her face.
"Well, if you're not ready for swapping, you could try what Harry and I call thrill fucking," Marge went on.
"What do you mean?" Sheila was puzzled.
"We got the idea one night a couple of years ago," Marge related. "I'd met Harry downtown for dinner and we were in one of those dark little rendezvous bars in the Loop having an after-dinner drink. We were sitting real close together at a table in the corner of the room, and Harry started to feel me up under the table. We started kissing, and pretty soon we both were getting horny as hell."
"Neither one of us wanted to wait the hour it would take to drive home, so I told Harry to cool it while I went to the john. I took my panties off and put them in my purse and went back to the table. When Harry put his hand under my skirt and found out my cunt was naked, he almost went wild. Then I unzipped his fly and got his cock out. The waitress went by just as I sat on his lap and almost got a look at Harry's hard-on. I was really excited by then, and when I felt his cock slip into my cunt, I almost came without even moving."
"I took a sip of my drink and calmed down while Harry wiggled his prick around inside me. It was fantastic. There were dozens of people only a few feet away, but nobody knew what we were doing. We couldn't move around much without being discovered, but it didn't take long and we both came just sitting there. It was wild!"
Sheila felt her cunt muscles begin to tighten. Marge's story had excited her and she knew at once that she wanted to try it. But, would Brad go for it, and how would they do it? She wasn't sure she was bold enough or clever enough to try it in a bar. Not yet, anyway.
In the next couple of weeks, Sheila tried to talk to Brad about Marge's suggestion, but she couldn't bring herself to do it. She was afraid that he'd think she was crazy, but the more that she thought about the idea, the more it turned her on. Finally, she decided to spring it on him, without any warning.
Her plan was simple. She would call Brad at the office and talk sexy to him, and get him good and horny. Then she would hop the commuter train and go to his office. Then they would close the door and fuck the daylights out of each other. Just thinking about it made her cunt juices start to flow.
Sheila went into the bedroom and took off her clothes. She did it slowly in front of the full-length mirror, the way a stripper would. She shed all her clothes except her bikini panties, and then gazed at her nearly naked body in the mirror. Her long, slim legs were perfectly shaped. Her thighs were soft and inviting. Sheila ran her hands over her firm tits with their large circles of dark flesh surrounding her hard nipples. She felt her firm tits and squeezed them. It felt good. She liked to feel her body and make it tingle with sexy excitement.
Then Sheila cupped her left boob in both hands and pushed it upward, high on her chest. She bent her head forward and opened her mouth. Slowly, she began licking her tit with her red tongue. The feel of her warm, wet tongue on her tit was fantastic. She licked her erect nipple and sucked it between her lips. Faster and faster she tongued the hard bud on the tip of her boob until she felt herself starting to come.
She let go of her tit and grabbed the waistband of her panties. Instead of taking them off, she pulled them upward, forcing them into the crack of her ass and the slit of her cunt. She tugged at them until they became nothing more than a white rope going from her belly button down through her jet-black cunt hair and between her legs. She turned her back to the mirror and looked over her shoulder. The panties were pulled tightly into the crack of her ass and were completely covered by her luscious asscheeks.
Putting one hand on the top of her panties in the back and grabbing them in the front with the other hand, Sheila began pulling them back and forth. She pulled at the panties as hard as she could, forcing the material to scrape against her clit and her asshole. Her cunt was dripping with her juices now, and she felt the wetness cover her naked thighs. She was panting heavily as she furiously forced the material back and forth over her tingling cunt and asshole.
When she was on the verge of her orgasm, she stopped and slipped the panties down her legs to the floor. Shaking with sexual arousal, she went over to the bed and lay down. She picked up the phone from the nightstand and dialed Brad's number.
"Hi, honey, are you busy?" she asked when he answered.
"Sort of. What are you doing calling me in the middle of the day?"
"I've got a surprise for you," Sheila teased him. "And I bet you can't guess what it is; I'll give you a clue, though. I'm lying here naked and I'm horny as hell."
"What are you talking about?" Brad demanded. "I've been thinking about you, that's what," Sheila continued. "I've been thinking about how much I'd like to have that big prick of yours rammed into my cunt. I'm so horny I could come just thinking about it." Brad loved it when she talked sexy, and she knew it. She hoped she could turn him on over the telephone.
"First, though, I'd like to give your cock a good licking with my tongue and have you suck on my tits. Oh, my tits just ache to be sucked." Sheila rubbed her cunt while she talked, and as Brad listened, he felt his cock starting to get hard.
"Well, I can't talk any longer," Sheila informed him. "I've got to catch the train downtown, and when I get there, we're going to fuck our brains out. Right in your office. Bye, honey."
"Sheila, what in the hell are you...?" Brad stopped talking as he heard Sheila hang up. He tried to call back, but she didn't answer the phone.
Sheila stepped into the shower and began soaping herself up. She rubbed the hard bar of soap against her cunt and made the tiny little piece of sex flesh throb with pleasure. It was getting late, so she rinsed herself off and hopped out of the shower before she could turn herself on too much again.
Back in the bedroom, she chose a pair of bright-yellow crotchless panties. She put them on and spread her legs to give herself a good view of her black cunt hair that was easily seen through the gap in front of the panties. She didn't bother with a bra or pantyhose as she slipped into her ultra-short black dress.
By the time she was finished dressing, the cab she had called earlier was waiting out in front of the house. The cab driver eyed her shapely legs as he opened the door for her, so she made a point of letting the skirt come up as far on her thighs as she could. The driver was a boy about nineteen, and the thought of fucking him flashed across Sheila's mind as she watched him close the door.
By the time he got her to the suburban train station, it was almost three thirty and Sheila had to hurry to catch the next train for downtown Chicago. She as still feeling horny when she got aboard the train, so she decided to have some fun with a middle-aged man sitting across from her. She had chosen a spot in the lounge car where the seats face each other, and as she sat don across from the man, she noticed that he quickly began staring at her bare thighs.
Sheila picked up a paper that was lying on the seat next to her and began reading it, all the time pretending not to notice that the man was leering at her. She crossed her legs, giving him a good view of her thighs all the way up to the bottoms of her panties. She shifted her position several times, each time pecking over her paper to get a glimpse of him watching her. The fact that be had a large bulge in the front of his pants almost made her break out laughing.
Realizing that she was getting the man excited, Sheila decided to give him a real thrill as they neared the station in the heart of Chicago's Loop.
Slowly, she started to spread her thighs apart. The man's eyes neatly bulged out of his head as he gazed between Sheila's thighs for the first time and saw what she was wearing. She could feel the gap in the front of her panties widen and she knew he was looking right straight at her exposed cunt. She leaned back a little and moved her hips to give him a glimpse of her cuntlips as the train came to a halt. Then she picked up her purse, hurried off the train, and walked the few blocks to Brad's building.
"Mr. Tomlin, Mrs. Tomlin is here," Brad's secretary informed him over the intercom.
"Fine, send her in," Brad replied as he got up from his chair and went around his desk to greet Sheila.
As Sheila stepped into the small office, Brad closed the door behind her. "What in the hell are you up to?" he demanded. Sheila answered by throwing her arms around him and pressing her body against his. Brad could feel at once that she wasn't wearing a bra, and he started feeling the thrill of her wanton little scheme.
"I want to fuck, right here and now," Sheila whispered in his ear. Brad reached for the door to lack it, but Sheila stopped him. "No, if Miss what's her name comes in, we'll let her watch."
Brad smiled at her. The horny little bitch, he thought. Where did she get the idea for all this? He didn't really care though. The idea of fucking his wife in his office in broad daylight and the thought of his secretary popping in on them turned him on.
They kissed for several minutes and then Brad unzipped her dress and let it fall to the floor. She stepped back and spread her legs, letting him get a good look at her sexy panties. Brad reached for her and started to pull her panties off, but she protested.
"No, leave them on. It'll be sexier. Besides they're designed for fucking."
Brad didn't care. He was too busy getting his pants off. Sheila perched herself on his desk, with her long legs dangling over the side. Naked from the waist down, Brad walked over to her and began kissing her tits while she reached for his hard cock. He sucked her taut nipple into his mouth and licked it with his tongue. Sheila started moving the skin back and forth over his cock in a slow, sensual jerk-off motion.
"Oh, baby, that's great," Sheila sighed as her husband worked his mouth over her shimmering boobs. "Kiss my pussy, too, please. Oh, I want you to eat my bunt out!" Brad didn't have to be asked twice. He got down on his knees and began licking her inner thighs that were already wet with the moisture that had seeped from her churning cunt.
Her swollen cuntlips tasted delicious. The smooth, wet flesh of her channel made his mind whirl with excitement and the sensation made his hard dick throb. Then he pressed his tongue against her clit, and she gasped with pleasure. He sucked the little sex bud between his lips and pulled on it. Her eyes were closed and she panted with the thrill of feeling his tongue on her cunt. She wrapped her naked thighs around his neck and hugged his face tightly to her hot cunt.
Brad felt her cunt muscles begin to twitch and spasm and he knew she was ready. He stood up and aimed his hard rod directly at her cunt as she sat on the edge of the desk. His cock slid easily into her tight, wet channel and he felt her grip him with her eager twat. He jammed his cock in as far as he could and then paused. What if somebody walked in? The thrill of being discovered electrified both of them.
Sheila wiggled her ass, feeling the walls of her cunt rub against Brad's hard prick. She could feel the head of his cock pressing against the back of her channel and his balls banging against her asscheeks. As Brad began to slam his cock deeper and deeper into her waiting pussy, Sheila wrapped her legs around his naked ass and held him tightly. Her cunt felt as though it were going to explode as Brad embedded his prong into her wet channel. He was lifting her to new peaks of wanton bliss as he drilled her soft pussy with his rampaging cock.
Sheila ground her cunt closer to the base of her husband's body, thrilling with every jab of his cock as he stretched her cunt flesh and made it burn with ecstasy. Her orgasm was building within her like a raging flood. Then giant waves of delight rolled over her as her orgasm tipped through her cunt. Her snatch muscles throbbed as she gripped Brad's prick and felt him shoot his cum into her body. With their passions driving them on, they thrust their bodies together again and again as they climaxed in unison.
When it was over, Sheila rested her head on Brad's shoulder. They, had been fucking for almost half an hour, and now they both were totally spent. Brad looked at his watch after a couple minutes and decided they had better get themselves dressed. It was almost five o'clock and his secretary would be coming in to tell him she was leaving for the day soon. They had just finished dressing and straightening things up, when there was a knock at the door.
"Come in," Brad said calmly. It was his secretary with a couple of letters for him to sign. She eyed Sheila suspiciously, but didn't say anything. Sheila smiled to herself. Just minutes ago she had been sitting on the desk with her husband's cock in her, and now she was acting as though nothing unusual at all had happened. It was terrific. She couldn't wait to try it again.
On the way home, Sheila told Brad how she had gotten the idea for fucking in his office from Marge. She even told him how she had teased the man on the commuter train by letting him look at her thighs and cunt. She thought maybe Brad would get mad when she told him, but it had the opposite effect. In fact, it really turned him on, and he kept asking her how it made her feel and whether the guy got a hard-on. By the time they got home, they were both so horny again that they couldn't wait to get their clothes off.
This time Sheila knelt in front of Brad as he sat on the bed, and licked his balls and his cock, making him moan with pleasure. She ran her tongue up and down the length of his stiff rod, feeling its power and tasting its masculine flavor.
Then she slid his cock between her wet, red lips and licked the underside of it while she felt it fill her mouth. She could feel the hair of his balls brushing against her lips as she took his big prick all the way into her mouth. Then she slid her lips back over his shaft until only its purplish head was within her loving grasp. She swirled her tongue over his cockhead and sucked on it as hard as she could. She probed its tiny opening with her tongue and tasted a few drops of his juice.
Then she felt his cock begin to throb and knew his orgasm was about to come. She put one hand between her legs and felt her wet cunt. Pressing her finger hard against her clit she began to finger-fuck herself while sucking Brad's cock.
Then she felt his hot, sticky jism splash against the back of her mouth, and she sucked him hard, pulling the cum from his cock. She felt her clit quiver as she came. She sucked his cock dry while her orgasm warmed her cunt.
Chapter Two
Sheila was shocked. She couldn't understand how Marge could sit there and talk about mate swapping as though it were nothing more unusual than going to the movies. Sheila eyed Marge carefully as she talked.
"You'd really dig swinging. I know you would. I was a little leery about it when Harry first brought it up a few years ago. We don't swing all the time. Just once a month or so. Really, Sheila, you and Brad ought to give it a try."
"I don't know," Sheila replied. "Brad and I like sex, and that idea you gave us about making love in strange places was great, but letting my husband fuck somebody else is something different."
"You wouldn't mind fucking somebody besides Brad if you had the chance, though, would you?"
Sheila blushed, and she groped for words. "I, well, I didn't say that."
"Go ahead. Admit it. There are plenty of guys you'd like to ball."
Marge had her trapped and Sheila knew it. It was true. She would like to try swinging, but she hated to admit it. She thought about the men she had fucked before she was married. Brad was great at fucking, but what the hell, variety was the spice of life.
"Marge, don't be ridiculous. Besides, we wouldn't even know how to get started. I mean with who, or anything like that."
"You could start with us. I know Harry would be happy to oblige and so would I."
"No thanks. If Brad would go for it, I know he wouldn't do it with anybody we know. No offense intended. I just wouldn't want my husband fucking my best friend."
"Okay, if you're going to be bashful about it, I'll make it easy for you." Marge got up and went into the den. When she came back, she had a magazine in her hand. "Here, this will help you get started," Marge said as she handed the magazine to Sheila.
On the cover was a picture of a nude woman sitting at a desk writing a letter. A man, also nude, was looking over her shoulder. Sheila had never seen a swingers' magazine before, and she was amazed at what she saw. She leafed through the pages, glancing at the hundreds of ads placed by couples who were looking for willing swappers. Some of the ads were accompanied by pictures of men and women with very little or no clothing on.
"Take it home with you. We used to answer those adds all the time, until we met a group around here and now we don't need to."
Sheila was a little hesitant about taking the magazine borne. She wondered what Brad would think. Then she decided to take it. She'd pass it off as a joke and say she was just humoring Marge. That way Brad wouldn't think she was trying to promote anything. And if he got interested, well, who knows? she thought to herself.
Brad had had a frustrating day at the bank, and he was more in the mood for martinis than food when he got home, so Sheila mixed a big shaker of them and poured them both a drink. They relaxed and talked while they sipped a second and then a third martini, and soon Sheila realized that they were both getting a little high. As it often did, their conversation had drifted onto the subject of sex, and Sheila decided it would be a good time to bring out the swingers' magazine.
"Say, I've got to show you what Marge insisted that I bring home," Sheila said innocently. She pulled the magazine from behind some books on the bookcase where she had hidden it and handed it to Brad.
"I've never seen anything like it. Have you?" She giggled a little. "My little friend, Marge, is really a horny one."
"Where in the hell did she get this?" Brad asked as he flipped through the pages.
"I don't know where she got it, but I do know that she said she and Harry used to answer some of the ads."
"What? Marge and Harry are swingers? I don't believe it!" Brad was really shocked. Marge and Harry just didn't look like the type.
"I couldn't believe it myself," Sheila replied. "I thought she and Harry just sat around and watched TV most of the time. Just shows you how wrong you can be I guess."
Brad began to study some of the ads while Sheila looked over his shoulder. The ads were listed by states and major cities within the states. When they came to the Chicago area, both of them began to read the ads ward for word. Sheila wondered if Brad was really interested or just curious. She also wondered about herself.
"Well, I'll be damned," Brad said finally. "I never knew swingers were so well organized. I guess we're just behind the times."
Dinner was ready, so they dropped the subject for the time being. Neither was sure of what the other was thinking. The idea of swapping had crossed Brad's mind more than once, but he had always assumed that Sheila wouldn't go for it. Now, he wasn't sure.
Several weeks went by without either of them bringing the subject up. Finally one evening when they were driving home from a cocktail party, Brad found the opening he had been waiting for.
"God, that party was a drag," Sheila complained as she leaned back against the headrest. "I've never been so bored in all my life. I could have screamed and run out of there."
"Well maybe we should try to meet some interesting people," Brad said casually.
"What do you mean? What kind of people?" Sheila asked, turning her head toward him as he guided the car through the late-evening traffic.
"Oh, I don't know. Maybe the kind that Marge was talking to you about. They ought to be a lively group. Not boring at least."
"What's the matter, don't I satisfy you any more?" Sheila said, trying to inject a tone of annoyance into her voice.
"Don't be silly. Of course you do. I just thought maybe we could use a little variety."
Sheila had already made up her mind that she would like to try swinging, and she was glad that her husband seemed willing to try it, too. She didn't want to sound too eager, though. Somehow she thought it would be better if Brad thought she had to be talked into it.
They batted the subject back and forth the rest of the way home. Sheila pretended to be shocked that Brad would suggest such a thing. But, by the time they got home, Sheila had let him talk her into it. They decided to get out the swingers' magazine and answer one of the ads.
They opened the magazine to the Chicago section and began examining the ads. A picture of a young brunette lying on a bed attracted Brad's attention. The woman was wearing only a pair of see-through panties and was lying on her stomach. She was leaning on her elbows so that her ample tits hung down from her body. Brad read the ad underneath the picture.
"Chicago couple in their late twenties want to meet other couples for fun and pleasure. Will entertain overnight at our home. Both like to do what turns you on the most. Will teach novices. Those sending photos get quick reply."
"How about this one?" Brad asked. "Looks like they'd be ideal for us."
"She'd be ideal for you, maybe," Sheila replied. "But there's no picture of him. How do I know what I'm getting?"
"Well, they want a picture of us, so we'll ask for one of them. If you don't like what you see, we'll forget them."
"Okay, but what kind of a picture are we going to send? I don't like the idea of posing nude for total strangers."
"How about one of those we had taken on our vacation?" Brad said. Sheila rummaged through her dresser and found a picture of her and Brad wearing swimming suits. She had on a very brief bikini. That ought to be good enough, she thought.
They composed a reply to the ad and enclosed the pictures. Brad mailed the envelope the next day and their venture into swinging was launched.
Almost a month went by and they heard nothing. They were beginning to think they weren't going to get a reply from the couple in the ad when Sheila opened the mail one day and there it was. The letter was written by a girl named Carol, and she thanked them for answering their ad. She said that she and her husband, Jon, were eager to get together with them and said that Jon would give them a phone call in a few days. She had included a snapshot of her and Jon lying naked on a bed. Jon was rather heavily built with thick, muscular legs. They were lying on their sides facing each other, so that even though they were nude, the picture wasn't too revealing. Sheila found herself wondering how big his cock was.
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.
Jon slowly moved his hot lips to the inside of her thigh and planted a wet kiss there. Her flesh tingled. She wanted to cry out with joy. Closer and closer he came to her crotch until his lips touched the juicy opening to her cunt. He touched his lips ever so lightly to her horny slit and then he swung his body around.
Sheila's eyes had been half-closed as he delighted her lusty body, but now she looked up and saw his giant cock just a few inches from her face. His cock pulsed with excitement, and she quickly reached for it. She ran her fingers lightly over his stiff prick and then cupped his balls in her hand. She squeezed them gently, feeling the pent-up juices that would soon be breaking from their dam.
Jon moved his mouth tight against her longing cuntlips. She spread her legs to make it easier for him and waited. He drove his tongue deep into her pussy and felt the wet walls of her inner cunt. Her cunt muscles flexed in joy as she felt his tongue wiggle against her flesh. He lapped at her pussy and sucked on her cunt until she nearly exploded.
She flashed her tongue over his hard cock and licked his balls. She wiggled and jerked her cunt against his face as she tasted the skin of his stiff prick. Sheila ran her wet tongue up the length of his cock. She sucked it between her soft lips and felt it fill her mouth. She hugged his cock with her tongue as she sucked it far into her mouth. Her hand grabbed his balls and gave them a good squeeze as she sucked at the smooth purplish flesh of his cockhead.
He was eating her cunt wildly now. His tongue drilled into her gaping hole as though it were a prick. Again and again his tongue charged into her hot cunt as she wiggled her hips and begged for more. Then her pulsing clit became the object of his attention, and Sheila was about to go out of her mind with wanton ecstasy.
Jon pressed his tongue against her erect clit, and teased it time and again by licking it and then pulling away. Each time he took his hot, swirling tongue from her cunt, it was pure torture. She couldn't stand to have her throbbing nubbin go unattended. He sucked it between his lips and lashed at it furiously with his tongue, making her moan and pant in raw heat.
As she felt him drive her body wild, she sucked his cock faster and faster. She took his entire prick into her mouth. She could suck him all night, Sheila thought to herself. But Jon had other ideas.
He pulled his face away from her cunt and turned to cover her body with his own.
"Oh, yes, fuck me!" Sheila panted. "I need you! I need you!"
Their nakedness shone in the flickering firelight. Sheila felt as though she were about to be fucked by a Greek God as she looked over his shoulder at the dancing flames. She couldn't wait to feel his hard cock slide into her cunt.
Her body turned to jelly as she felt his cock slip between her swollen pussylips and press against her cunt walls. She met his massive thrusts with violent jerks of her hips. Sheila spread her legs wide and then wrapped her naked thighs around his body and held him in a viselike grip. He rammed his cock into her harder and harder, and she felt herself thrill with the stinging pleasure of his big prick rubbing against her soft cunt flesh.
Sheila lifted her body up to meet his surging cock. It was so wonderful to feel his hard rod driving into her time and again. She loved it and craved it. His rampaging cock set her aflame, and she felt that she was about to come. She bit her lip until she almost made herself cry out with pain. Her cunt was boiling. She was lost in a sexual frenzy that nearly made her pass out.
Faster and faster Jon drilled his cock into her lusty body, and faster and faster she felt her cunt flexing under his thrusts. Her dam burst and her orgasm flooded over her like a torrent of pure bliss. Her curt milked his cock while his jism filled her channel until it overflowed, and his sticky cum ran down the cheeks of her ass.
Jon felt himself explode as Sheila's cunt gripped him and drank his jism. His prick felt warm and alive as he continued to pump into her until he felt that last drops of his cum drained from his balls.
Sheila clung to him as he rolled over on his back and pulled her with him, his cock still firmly embedded within her satisfied cunt.
"That was beautiful, just beautiful," Sheila murmured. She nuzzled her soft lips against Jon's neck and kissed him. She was surprised that his cock was still rock hard in her cunt. Then the full realization of what had happened hit her. She was lying naked on top of a man she had just met a couple of hours before.
Just thinking about having a strange prick in her cunt made her dizzy with excitement. She had fucked him for the pure pleasure of it. He was good at it and so was she. They had really turned each other on, and now they were basking in the afterglow of their achievement. It was great. She loved it.
Then as she closed her eyes and let her mind wander, she thought about Brad. Her husband was fucking another woman! she thought. She pictured Brad and Carol lying naked on the bed. She wondered what they were doing now. A vision of Brad going down on Carol flipped across Sheila's mind.
Suddenly all sorts of images raced through her brain. She pictured her husband and Carol doing everything imaginable. Her wanton fantasy was exhilarating. Finally, she imagined Brad shoving his hard cock into Carol's waiting cunt. Card was lifting her hips up to meet him and they were off on a surging series of fucking motions. Although she was just imagining it, it seemed very real.
In a few seconds, she knew why. Sheila didn't know how long she had been doing it, but now she was conscious of the fact that she was undulating her body and feeling Jon's rigid prick sliding in and out of her. Her cunt was still churning with her first orgasm and now she was well on her way to another. She opened tier mouth and covered Jon's lips. Their tongues slid together as they pumped their bodies back and forth.
Sheila closed her eyes again and thought about Brad and Carol. She saw their naked bodies locked together as she felt Jon's cock ramming deep within her cunt. It was too much! She wished Brad and Carol were lying right next to her so she could really watch. Then another thought hit her. It would be fantastic if Brad could watch her being fucked by another man! That idea really turned her on, and she pumped her hips furiously as she felt Jon's cock slide along her cunt walls.
Their bodies crashed together as their orgasms burst over them. She could feel Jon's cock expand and empty his load of cum into her cunt. They kept on moving together, not wanting the delicious moment of pleasure to end. Sheila felt as though she could came forever.
Meanwhile, in the bedroom, Brad was getting a taste of what Carol had to offer. Since she knew Brad was new to swinging, Carol decided to take the lead. She didn't understand why, but she knew some men felt funny about making it with somebody else's wife. Things usually went better if she played the role of the aggressor.
Carol was aware that most wives make their husbands do all the work in bed. In fact that was one reason that a lot of men liked to swap. Fucking their own wives had gotten to be routine and boring. A woman who came on strong could really get a man going.
Carol and Brad were kissing, their bodies rubbing tightly together. He was feeling the curves of her lovely asscheeks, and she was grinding her cunt against his stiff cock.
"I want to do something," Carol said with a girlish giggle as she backed away from him a little. "I want to undress you, strip you naked. Would you like that? Will you let me?"
She had caught Brad off guard. He hesitated a little. The idea sounded a little strange, but it was okay with him.
"Sure, I guess so," he said after a moment. She didn't say anything else as she unbuttoned his shirt and slid her hands over his bare chest. She pulled the shirt from him, and then went to work on his pants. In a second, she was slipping his pants and shorts down his legs. She helped him kick off his shoes and socks.
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.
Chapter Three
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.
Brad wasn't quite sure why, but the fact that Hawkins had been thrown out of college three decades ago seemed important. As he turned the bit of information over and over in his mind, Brad tried to recall who had told it to him. Then he remembered. It was Toni Adams, Hawkins' secretary. She had casually dropped a comment about it to Brad, one day when she had been particularly upset by something Hawkins had given her to do. Hawkins had forced her to work late on an evening when she had a big date or something like that, Brad seemed to recall.
If Toni Adams knew this one shred of information about Hawkins' past, what else did she know? Just as importantly, how did she find it out? Brad decided to get the answers to both questions.
Toni Adams had accepted Brad's offer to buy her a drink after work without a moment's hesitation, but as they worked their way through their second martini, she seemed to grow sullen.
"So I have the privilege of being hustled by the great Brad Tomlin, Man On His Way Up," Toni said sarcastically. "To what do I owe this distinct honor? Your wife running around on you or something?"
Toni was a skinny little broad with almost no figure at all. She had a plain-looking face. She had absolutely no sex appeal, and if there was anybody in the world that Brad didn't intend to hustle, it was Toni.
Brad almost laughed when she said it. The idea of jumping into bed with Toni had a comic aspect about it. He was about to assure her that this was the farthest thing from his mind when he stopped himself. If he let her know that she turned him off, it might hurt her ego and then she'd get mad at him. That way, he'd get nowhere in his quest for information on Hawkins.
"You never can tell what a man's thinking," Brad replied instead. He hoped he could lead her on.
"What do you mean by that?" she came back at him as the bartender brought them their third martini.
"Oh, nothing in particular. It just occurred to me that maybe you were being careful because of, well, you know, there are a lot of guys at the bank who like to play around a little."
"Oh, yeah? Like who for instance? What makes you think I do any messin' around with men at the bank?" She wasn't exactly slurring her words yet but Brad could tell she was no match for the martinis he was pouring down her throat.
Pretending that she had caught him off guard, Brad hesitated a moment. Then as though he were groping for words, he said, "Oh, Hawkins for instance. You know the old boss and secretary line."
"I wouldn't go near that dirty son of a bitch!" She had almost shouted and Brad noticed several people turn to look. He gestured for her to keep it down, but that only made her angry.
"Don't tell me to keep it quiet. If you knew what that bastard did, you'd be pissed off, too. That is, unless you're as dirty a bastard as he is."
Brad had never heard Toni curse before, and the fact that she was calling Hawkins a dirty bastard meant that she was about to open up. Brad hoped she possessed some worthwhile information.
"What the hell have you got against Hawkins?" Brad knew she was too contrary a broad to talk if he asked her direct questions. He decided to argue with her a little and get her to prove her point. "Hawkins has always treated you great, it seems to me."
"You don't know what the hell you're talking about!" She was growing angrier and more intense by the minute. She leaned close to Brad and grabbed his arm. She was really getting worked up. "I'll tell you what a creep that Goddamn Hawkins is."
Toni began her verbal assault on Hawkins by relating how her boss had picked her up at an office Christmas party a couple of years earlier. Everybody was pretty drunk and Hawkins suggested they go to a hotel. It turned, out that he had already reserved a room earlier in the day. He bought a couple of bottles of champagne and they went up to the room.
Toni and Hawkins had taken their clothes off and were in bed when the door opened.
"The first thing I thought of was a cop or his wife or something like that," she said as she took another sip of her martini. "But then this chick walks into the room. She's about twenty-five, and I knew damn well it wasn't his wife. She looks at us for a minute and sort of shrugs. Then she starts taking off her clothes and jumps into bed with us."
"I was too shocked to say or do anything at first, and then I realized what was going on. I started to holler and scream and I got the hell out of bed. Hawkins tries to quiet me down and toil me how the three of us can really have a great time."
"All the time this chick, this Goddamn whore, was just sitting there as though nothing was going on. Anyway, the more Hawkins talked the more upset I got, and I guess he finally knew that the whole deal was down the drain. He gave the girl some money and she left."
"After she left, I got dressed and was going to leave when I started to cry... I mean I really bawled. I couldn't stop. It was terrible. I must have sobbed for half an hour. Finally I sort of calmed down, and Hawkins just starts talking. He tells me how sorry he is and all that."
"Then he goes into this big thing about being such a lonely man and how his wife hasn't slept with him in years. He just keeps going on and on about how he has to hire call girls and so on. He made me so sick I could have puked. I just looked at him and then walked out."
Brad was glad that Toni was finished toiling her stow, because the liquor was beginning to get to her pretty good. She stumbled several times as he helped her out of the bar and into his car. She was asleep when he got her to her apartment. He had to open her purse and look at her driver's license to find out where she lived. She hardly woke up as he led her into the apartment and carried her to the bed.
He wondered if she would remember telling him about her episode with Hawkins. Brad was happy that she hadn't gotten drunk any faster. She would probably regret having told her story, and his chances for any additional tidbits about Hawkins' past were slim. But that was fine. Brad had all of the information he needed. Now all he had to do was use it.
As Brad recounted Hawkins' sexual misadventure to Sheila that night, a scheme began to build in her mind. She was only half listening as Brad said that he had been trying to think of a way of getting one of Hawkins' call girl friends to help out in his effort to get ahead at the bank.
But while Brad was struggling with the question of how to use his knowledge to Hawkins' secret sex life to put pressure an him for a promotion, things were beginning to add up for Sheila. If Hawkins were as starved for sex as it seemed, things ought to be easy, and fun, Sheila mused.
She saw her chance to add something new to her sex life, and it excited her immediately. She and Brad had swapped partners with several different couples since that first time with Jon and Carol, and she loved it. But now she began to see how she could use her body to get Brad his promotion at the bank. She was turned on by the sheer wantonness of her idea, but again she wondered whether Brad would go for it.
Brad didn't mind her fucking other men. In fact, she knew that he enjoyed it when she told him the details of her sexual encounters that had taken place during their swinging. That was one of the great things about swinging. They both enjoyed hearing the other tell about their experiences.
"I just wish I could figure a way to put the pressure on Hawkins for that promotion," Brad was saying. "All he would have to do is write one Goddamn memo to the board of directors and I'd get that vice-president spot." Brad loosened his tie and leaned back cm the sofa in exasperation. "Son of a bitch," he muttered.
"Cool it, honey," Sheila soothed him. "I've got it all figured out. It'll be easy. That is if you don't mind a little swinging with a new twist to it."
"What the hell are you talking about?" Brad demanded. "What has swinging got to do with Hawkins and the bank?"
"All you have to do is put two and two together," Sheila retorted. "I would think a big shot banker like you could do that without any trouble. Okay, so you want to get, something on Hawkins so you can force him to get you the promotion. You know he's not getting any sex at home and has to look for it. Right? But you don't know the names of any of his call girls, and you don't know how you'd get them on your side if you did find them. So who's already on your side? Me. That's who."
"You? What do you mean?" Brad thought he knew, but he couldn't believe it.
"Yes, me. In fact, I'm the only one who could really pull it off. What would ruin Hawkins at the bank? A call girl trying to make trouble? Of course not. Those big phonies all have their fun on the side. They've probably paid off dozens of call girls to keep them quiet, and they know how to protect each other. But what if a scandal about Hawkins and the wife of one of the bank's bright young men got out into the open? He'd be through. Not only at the bank but in his damn blue-nosed social circles, too."
Brad was amazed. Not only that Sheila would offer to fuck his boss, but that she understood just how to handle the situation and how to put Hawkins into a position where he would have no choice. Rut there was just one thing. Swinging was fun. Somebody made it with your wife and you made it with theirs. This would be different. Sheila would be fucking Hawkins. Not for fun, but for a purpose. It was almost as though she'd be doing it for money.
"I don't like it," Brad said finally. "It's no good."
"What's no good? The idea of me and Hawkins? Listen, I can handle him in five minutes. It'll be over before he knows what happened."
Brad was silent for several minutes. Sheila just let him think it out. She knew he would have to sell himself on the idea. She knew she wouldn't be able to talk him into it. Slowly, the scheme began to appeal to him. If his wife were willing to use her body to help him out, why not? The power he would have over Hawkins fascinated him. Then a sly smile came to his lips.
"You think you could pull it off?" Brad said at last.
Together, they devised a plan where Sheila would bump into Hawkins at a bar near the bank. The "accidental" meeting would take place in one of Hawkins' favorite hangouts. Sheila would pretend to be waiting for Brad to take her to dinner. But an unforeseen problem in a big customer's account would force Brad to work late. He would phone her at the bar and tell her to take a cab home. If Hawkins went for the bait, he'd buy her a drink and give her a lift home. The rest would be a snap.
Sheila's long black hair brushed against her shoulders as she sat alone at the bar a few nights later. She swirled the ice around in the drink in front of her. It was a little after five o'clock and she was beginning to think that Hawkins might not show up. Although it was fairly dark in the bar, she could feel the men looking at her.
Her low-cut dress afforded a good view of the bulging flesh of her tits as they poked out of the deep vee that plunged between them. Her skirt was short. Short enough so that more than half of her sleek thighs were exposed as she sat on the barstool with her legs crossed. She felt really sexy. She liked having the men stare at her. Getting all dolled up in a sexy outfit was more than enough to turn her on.
She was about to order another drink when she heard a somewhat familiar voice behind her and a hand on her naked shoulder.
"Sheila Tomlin! What are you doing here?" She turned and saw Hawkins' pale face and his pasted-on smile. His hand felt cold against her skin.
"Oh, Mr. Hawkins!" She pretended to be surprised. "I'm waiting for Brad. He's taking me out to dinner."
"Splendid mind if I join you for a drink?" Hawkins sat down next to her without waiting for a reply and ordered a martini for himself and another Scotch and soda for Sheila.
They made small talk for a while, and then the bartender came over.
"Are you Mrs. Tomlin?" he asked. Sheila nodded. "Phone call for you. You can take it over there," he said, motioning toward the end of the bar.
"Thank you," Sheila said. "Excuse me, Mr. Hawkins. It must be Brad."
When Sheila hung up the phone and came back to where she had been sitting she had a disappointed look on her face.
"Bad news. I've been stood up. Brad has to work late. Some special deal or something. Looks like I'll have to take a cab home."
"Oh, my dear, that's too bad," Hawkins whined in his nasal tone.
Then Sheila saw her scheme begin to work. Hawkins offered to buy her another drink, and then another, and soon he was telling her to call him Gordon and offering to give her a ride, home. She knew he probably wouldn't have the guts to make a move for her under normal circumstances, so she pretended that she was getting a little drunk.
Soon she felt Hawkins' clammy hand resting lightly on her knee. He was taking the bait. All she had to do was spring the trap.
"Really, Mr. Haw... I mean Gordon, I'd better be getting home." She smiled at him. It was still early, but she wanted him to work for it. That way he would be made to feel that he had seduced a young lady that had had too much to drink.
A short time later they left the bar. They got into Hawkins' car and headed for her place, but he insisted on stopping off at another bar for a couple more drinks. As Sheila realized that he was really intent on getting her drunk before he made his move, her contempt for Hawkins grew.
But she went along with him and put on an act that would have gotten her an Oscar if it had been on film. As they left the second by, she began to giggle like a schoolgirl at something Hawkins said. She deliberately stumbled and let the clumsy Hawkins catch her. His arm went around her and he stole a quick feel of her left tit as he helped her regain her balance. In the car she leaned back against the headrest and started to hum softly, as though she had lost all of her inhibitions and was ready to go along with anything, that was suggested.
Hawkins eyed her like a bird of prey. He was convinced that she was drunk, and this gave him the courage to try to seduce her. When Hawkins got her home, she fumbled with her key in the door, and he helped her with it. He came in without being invited. Sheila kicked off her shoes and sat down on the couch.
"Oh, I'm so sleepy," she murmured softly as she leaned back. She let her short skirt come almost all of the way up her thighs. She closed her eyes for a moment, letting Hawkins think she was too far gone to know that her legs were entirely uncovered.
She felt Hawkins staring at her naked legs. The feel of his eyes on her bare skin gave her a sadistic sense of excitement and power. Sheila opened her eyes and smiled at Hawkins as he sat down next to her. His arm went around her bare shoulders, and he pulled her close to him. She didn't resist. She knew he was a coward, and she didn't want to frighten him off.
Then she felt his thin lips on hers. She sat motionless as he kissed her neck and shoulders. In a few minutes, he got bold enough to fondle her tits, and she felt him squeezing and feeling her shimmering boobs through the material of her dress. She put one arm around his neck and began to breathe a little heavily, pretending that he was turning her on.
That was all the old fart needed. He put his hand inside her dress and felt her naked tits. He was slobbering kisses on her lips. Kisses which she returned as though she were only half-conscious. He gripped her boobs as though they were rubber balls and he was trying to squeeze the air out of them. No wonder he had to pay for his fucks, Sheila thought.
When Hawkins unzipped her dress and began to pull it down, Sheila decided she had let him get far enough without protesting. She was naked to the waist when she began to push him away.
"No, no, you mustn't," she muttered a she began to reach for the top of her dress.
But Hawkins was past the point of stopping. She could tell that by the big bulge in his pants. He grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her against the back of the couch. She moved her head from side to side as he devoured her naked tits with his fumbling mouth. She went limp, making him think she was defenseless against his onslaught.
She protested again when he pulled her dress down over her legs, leaving her clad only in her pantyhose and brief panties. She hoped her pantyhose wouldn't rip when he pulled it off. She thought of removing it herself, but decided that such an action might ruin her story of being half-raped by the puny banker.
Hawkins fumbled around with the top of her pantyhose, trying to pull it off. Sheila laughed to herself as he tore at them and finally succeeded in tugging them down over her legs. Then she arched her hips just a little to make it easier for him to get her panties off. As the realization that she was totally nude hit her, Sheila got a wanton thrill. She felt a shudder run through her lower body and was surprised to find that the weird scene was turning her on.
Hawkins stared at her like a horny kid who was about to lose his virginity as he hastened to remove his own clothes. Sheila sat motionless, watching him. When he got his shorts off, she was amazed to see the size and hardness of his cock. It was much bigger than she had imagined, and suddenly she was eagerly awaiting the feel of his stiff prick in her cunt. But she controlled her eagerness and only moaned slightly when he began slobbering wet kisses over her naked skin. He chewed on her tits for a while as he fingered her cuntlips. His hands were shaky and cold, but yet the feel of his touch turned her on. It was like she were allowing herself to be raped, and it gave her a thrill that caused her cunt to chum with excitement.
Finally Hawkins dragged her to the floor. She had to fight with herself to keep from panting out loud as he kissed her inner thighs and then began slurping at her cunt. Sheila couldn't believe it. The puny, sexless-looking banker was really turning her on. She tried to understand why, and finally decided that it was the sheer perversity of the whole scene. It was the idea of letting the unattractive man ravage her body that thrilled her.
Sheila felt her cunt begin to spasm as Hawkins pressed his tongue between her wet pussylips and found her cunt. The little bud of flesh throbbed under his touch. Sheila was fighting to hold herself back, but the lust within her body couldn't be controlled. She knew she was going to come with Hawkins, even though she had promised herself that she wouldn't. She had heard that whores have to fake orgasms with their customers, but she wondered why they had to. If a scrawny old man like Hawkins could make her come, then anybody could.
Then she knew it wag really going to happen. Hawkins was really going to fuck her. Right there on her own living room floor. His cock was probing the juicy entrance to her cunt. Her cuntlips parted as the tip of his rigid rod eased into her body. Hawkins stroked her pink cunt walls slowly at first. Sheila wanted to wrap her naked legs around his thin body and buck her hips upward to meet him, but she didn't want to let him know how horny she was.
Hawkins' pummeling of her body caused her rubbery asscheeks to grind against the soft, thick carpeting. She spread her legs and opened her asscheeks to let the furry carpeting brush against her asshole with each lunge of Hawkins' body. His rampaging cock was sending lustful currents of raw heat through her. He had been fucking her for several minutes, but he showed no signs of coming. Again and again he jabbed his cock into her to the hilt. Her cunt walls were becoming raw from the constant friction. She thought he was never going to come.
Each time he embedded his cock deep within her, she felt her cunt walls convulse. She wanted to turn loose the orgasm that was locked within her, but she forced herself to hold back. At last, Hawkins began to pant and groan like an animal. Harder and harder he fucked her until she was afraid he might have a heart attack. He was gasping for air and his eyes looked wild. What if the bastard conked out right on top of her? Sheila wondered. The thought terrified her.
But just as she had convinced herself that something terrible was going to happen, Hawkins shot his load into her waiting cunt. She bucked her hips upward to meet him just once, letting her orgasm erupt within her body and quench the flame that burned with perverse lust.
Hawkins collapsed. He rested on top of her for a moment and then got up and dressed.
Sheila jumped up and pretended to be ashamed of her nakedness. She grabbed a coat from the hall closet and threw it on. She faked a few tears and mumbled something about having too much to drink and "feeling just terrible" about what had happened. She wanted to make sure that Hawkins left with plenty of guilt feelings.
He just stood there for several minutes without saying anything. He tried to put his arm around her while she sobbed softly, but she wouldn't let him touch her. Seeing there was nothing he could do or say, he quietly opened the door and left.
Sheila smiled wickedly to herself as she peeked through the curtains and saw him plod out to his car and drive away. She hung her coat up in the closet and gathered up her clothes from the couch. Moments later she was standing nude under the warm spray of the shower.
Everything had gone perfectly, Sheila decided. She had lured Hawkins into a situation that was half seduction and half rape. Hawkins was now cast in the role of a boss who had taken sexual advantage of the inebriated wife of one of his subordinates. She had done her part, now the rest was up to Brad.
There had only been one surprise. That was herself. She was shocked at the immense pleasure she got from leading Hawkins on and then letting him paw over her naked body. It had been strange, but she had loved it. He was the worst lover she had ever been with, yet she had enjoyed every moment of it.
She was standing naked in front of the minor brushing her hair when she beard Brad's key in the door. She grabbed a shortie robe and hurried to meet him. The robe was still open as she threw her arms around him and they kissed. She didn't bother to tie the robe as she stepped back from his embrace. She wanted him to see her nakedness.
"Well, how did it go?" Brad asked impatiently. He still wasn't used to the idea of Sheila using her body for anything but fun.
"Just like clockwork. He picked me up in the bar and tried to get me drunk. I let him think I was getting smashed and he put the make on me. I more or less let him rape me."
She told Brad everything that had happened. Every detail. Including how long it had taken Hawkins to reach a climax. She debated with herself on whether to tell Brad about the perverse sense of pleasure she had gotten from the whole scene. But why not? she thought. She told him how she had held back her orgasm to wait for Hawkins and how being naked in front of the aging banker had turned her on.
Brad looked at the naked front of her body as she talked. She really was a sex object, he realized. She liked sitting around naked, talking about fucking. Her lifter frankness and candor about sex appealed to him. She knew she was exciting him, and so she reached over and unzipped his fly. His half-hard cock straightened to a full hard-on under her touch.
Without any preliminaries, she encircled the head of his cock with her red lips and began sucking. Her tongue bathed the smooth head of his stiff prick while her lips sucked harder and harder. She moved the skin of his prick up and down his shaft while she worked on the head with her mouth.
Deeper and deeper she sucked his throbbing cock into her mouth. His balls bulged as they prepared to unleash their load. His prick felt hot within her mouth. She loved the taste of his cock as she slid her tongue over it again and again.
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.
Chapter Four
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.
Her clit burned from the friction from her constantly moving fingers. She rubbed it harder and harder until the ripe organ stung with pleasure. She never knew that pain could feel so great. She reamed her cunt with her finger and pressed her thighs together to make her slippery channel tighter. Her body was lurching out of control now as she ground her hands and fingers into her cunt.
Her orgasm shot through her like a thousand thunderbolts. Her ass crashed against the floor, and her tits bounced against her chest. Sheila bit her lip as she came again and again, and then a giant wave of pleasure shook her whole body and left her completely drained.
It was early afternoon when Sheila woke up. When she opened her eyes and looked around, she didn't know where she was for a second. Then she looked down at her naked body and remembered what had happened. Slowly, she got to her feet and walked into the bathroom. She turned on the shower and stepped in.
The cool water felt good against her skin. She lathered herself up and coated her body with soapsuds. Then she let the spray rinse the soap from her body. Taking the bar of soap again, he rubbed it into her wet pubic hair. Her crotch soon became covered with the frothy suds, which she rubbed all the way back into her ass crack.
As she let the water wash the suds from her cunt hair, she adjusted the shower to make the water warmer. The warmer felt good against her swollen pussylips, and she decided to increase the temperature a little more. Gradually, Sheila realized that the warm spray was making her cunt twitch with pleasure.
She spread her legs, and then she adjusted the shower from a fine spray to a single jet like stream. She thrust her hips forward and spread her cuntlips open, exposing her clit to the jet of water. Sheila gasped as the water slammed against her cunt. She turned the faucet all the way toward hot and screamed as the searing stream of water drenched her aching clit and ran like a raging torrent into her crack.
Her pounding climax nearly made her knees buckle. She shrieked and shuddered as the hot jet of water burned her tender cunt. She wasn't even aware of turning off the shower and making her way to the bedroom where she collapsed.
Sheila wasn't sure how long the phone had been ringing by the time she came to her senses and answered it.
"Hello," she mumbled in a groggy, voice.
"What in the hell is going on over there?" Marge asked almost angrily. "I let the damn phone ring for a good five minutes."
"Uh, I, I'm not sure," Sheila replied. "It just started ringing, I think. Maybe there's something wrong with it."
"Yeah, well, anyway, Harry's gone on an office golf outing and won't be back until God knows what hour of the night. I thought maybe you'd like to come over for a cocktail and then we could treat ourselves to dinner somewhere."
"Cocktails? Now? What time is it?"
"God, honey, you must have been taking a nap. It's five o'clock. Time to get with it."
Sheila was shocked. Her orgy with herself had taken most of the day. She told Marge that she'd be over in a few minutes and hung up the phone. She quickly showered again and dressed. Somehow Marge had sounded suspicious and Sheila wanted to appear as if nothing were out of the ordinary.
"How about a gin and tonic?" Marge offered when Sheila arrived. "I've been sunning myself in the back yard all day, and I really could use something to cool me off."
They chatted on about nothing in particular as they sipped their drinks, and when the glasses were empty, Marge quickly refilled them. Sheila was glad to have someone to talk to.
"How's your swinging life going?" Marge asked without batting an eye. "You and Brad ought to be getting pretty experienced by now." Marge's ability to talk so frankly about sex still shocked Sheila a little. Sheila loved experimenting with sex, but it still seemed funny to her the way Marge could discuss fucking as though she were talking about the weather.
"I'm afraid things have been pretty quiet lately," Sheila replied. "Ever since Brad got his promotion, he's been too busy for us to set anything up."
"Too bad. You know what they say about all work and no play."
"Yeah, I know, but Brad really is busy, so I guess there's nothing we can do about it. At least for a while."
"You ought to come on a weekender with Harry and me. You'd have a great time."
"What do you mean?"
"Well, you see there's this group of us. About two dozen couples by now, I guess. Anyway, we rent this lodge out in the country. During the day you can play golf or tennis and swim and so on. At night you just sort of float around making it with anybody you like. I made it with about half a dozen different guys the last time. I even learned a few new tricks, and I thought I knew everything. Sound like fun?"
"I, well, I guess so," Sheila replied slowly. "It all sounds, well kind of out in the open."
"It is, baby. Harry and I always make sure we get to watch each other make it with somebody at least once during the weekend. It makes it all the more groovy."
"I just can't imagine Brad watching while I fucked somebody else."
"Why not? You'd be surprised how excited a scene like that can get you."
"Yeah, I suppose so," Sheila said hesitantly.
"Just, listen to me, honey, I can teach you a lot," Marge said as she got up and walked slowly over to where Sheila was sitting and stood in front of her.
Sheila had an idea of what Marge might be leading up to. "Like what?" she replied teasingly.
"Like this, baby," Marge purred softly as she bent aver and kissed Sheila tenderly on the lips. Sheila responded to the soft warmth of Marge's lips by pressing forward to return the kiss. They mashed their lips together for several minutes, and then Marge pulled Sheila to her feet.
Marge encircled Sheila's slim waist with her arms and their bodies eased together. Sheila's hands went to the back of Marge's neck as they kissed again. Marge felt so soft and the skin of her neck was smooth and silky. And instead of feeling her boobs being crushed against a muscular chest, Sheila felt them being met by the soft mounds of Marge's tits. The sensation of having another woman's tits pressed against her own thrilled and excited Sheila.
Their bodies swayed slowly back and forth as they tasted each other's mouths and let their tongues twist and glide feverishly together. Marge sucked Sheila's tongue deep into her mouth as she ran her hands down Sheila's back and over the smooth curves of her asscheeks. Sheila responded by grinding her cunt passionately against Marge's.
Their bodies eased away from each other after a few moments.
"Whew, you learn fast," Marge said breathlessly. "Oh, Marge, I want to. I want to!" Sheila replied. "What do you want me to do?"
"I want you to take off your clothes. I want to see you naked. Would you like to do that?"
"Yes, yes I would," Sheila said haltingly.
Marge sat down on the couch and picked up her gin and tonic as Sheila began to fumble with the buttons of her blouse. She took off the blouse and unsnapped her bra and removed that, too.
Marge took a sip of her drink as she gazed at Sheila's lovely naked tits. Sheila kicked off her shoes and unzipped her slacks. Marge looked at her longingly as Sheila eased her slacks down her slim legs and stepped out of them. Sheila's triangle of jet black cunt hair was easily visible through her sheer red bikini panties, and she let Marge stare at her for several seconds before removing the last of her garments.
"It feels so groovy to be naked like this," Sheila murmured. "Can we make love now?"
"You bet we can, baby," Marge answered. She led Sheila to the bedroom and told her to lie down on the bed. In seconds Marge was completely nude, too. Marge got into bed with Sheila and they lay facing each other with their naked thighs and tits barely touching. They kissed with wet, open mouths and slowly eased their bodies together. Sheila trembled as she felt Marge's naked skin press against her own for the first time.
Marge's hands were all over Sheila's sexy body. Marge squeezed and kneaded the shimmering flesh of her asscheeks and probed into her crack with her fingers. Sheila squirmed with delight. She couldn't believe what was happening to her. Marge's lips descended to the delicate skin of Sheila's neck and then found their way to the tops of her tits.
Sheila lay on her back and writhed passionately as Marge's hot lips planted steaming kisses on her nipples. The older woman nibbled on her tits and then sucked her hard nipples between her lips and bathed them with her hot tongue.
Heavy sighs came from Sheila's parted lips as Marge lashed at her tits with her tongue. Sheila could feel her juices oozing out of her burning cunt to soak her pussy hair and dampen the tops of her thighs. She pressed her thighs together and felt the lusty heat well up within her cunt.
"Oh, Marge, your lips feel so good," Sheila panted. "I love to have you suck my tits. Please let me suck yours, too."
Marge moved her body over Sheila's and let her smallish boobs hang directly over Sheila's mouth. Sheila licked at the underside of one of the firm, round tits and lapped at the smooth skin in a circular fashion until she closed in on the erect nipple with her moist lips. Marge's hand was between Sheila's thighs and she arched her ass to meet the touch of the other woman's fingers as she sucked the nipple between her lips.
Her soft, wet cuntlips parted and a finger eased into the hot channel as Sheila felt her lusty body probed by another woman for the first time. Sheila moaned with pleasure as Marge twisted her finger around inside her burning cunt.
Pulling her tit away from Sheila's eager mouth, Marge began kissing her way down the lovely girl's body until she came to the silky cunt hair. Marge brushed her lips through the hair and blew her warm breath over her hot cuntlips. Then Marge slithered her tongue into Sheila's waiting cunt and sent countless shivers of pleasure racing through her body. Sheila spread her legs, opening her cunt to Marge's onslaught. Marge licked at the dripping cunt hole and then found Sheila's throbbing clit. Sheila nearly went wild as she felt her clit being sucked between Marge's loving lips.
Sheila grabbed for Marge's naked hips and pulled them toward her. "Let me eat you too. Please, Marge, I want to eat your cunt."
Marge quickly allowed herself to be pulled toward Sheila's face, and soon they were lapping and sucking each other's cunts in fervent passion.
The taste of another woman's cunt sent Sheila's mind reeling. She mashed her lips against the soft, wet flesh and slid her tongue into the depths of. Marge's slot. Sheila screwed her tongue into the delightful cunt as though she were actually fucking it. Then she licked her way over the entire opening of Marge's twat until she found the little folds of skin that hid her cunt.
Carefully, Sheila peeled the protective layers of skin back with her fingers and teased the throbbing little love button with the tip of her tongue. Marge thrust her hips forward, banging her clit against Sheila's teeth. Both girls were moaning and writhing in wanton pleasure as they licked each other's curds.
Sharp stings of pain and pleasure raced through Sheila's body as she felt Marge dig her sharp fingernails into her asscheeks. Sheila licked at Marge's cunt until her tongue was raw and sore. They bucked their hips and moaned as they started to come.
The juices gushed from Marge's cunt as she came and drenched Sheila's lips and face. Sheila felt her own climax rip through her as Marge continued to suck on her clit. For several minutes their bodies spasmed as they drank the juices that flowed from each other's cunts.
When it was over, they lay together in each other's arms. They kissed tenderly, softly, tasting the juices of their own cunts on each other's lips.
It was several weeks later before Sheila got up the nerve to tell Brad about her affair with Marge. As had been the case recently, Brad had been so busy that they hardly had a chance to take it easy and talk things over.
Finally, things slowed down at the bank, and they started to lead a more normal life again. Brad began to come home at dinnertime, and they found time to enjoy each other. Then one evening Brad brought home a couple of new swingers' magazines and Sheila saw her chance to tell him about her cunt-lapping session with Marge.
"I thought maybe we'd find ourselves some new friends," Brad said with a grin as he loosened his tie and took a sip of the martini Sheila had ready for him when he walked in the door.
Sheila sat down next to Brad and they began thumbing through the magazines.
"As long as you're interested in new friends, maybe you'd like to hear about my new friend," Sheila said.
"Your new friend? Who? What do you mean?"
"I mean my new friend, Marge," Sheila said.
"Marge? We've lived next door to her for two years," Brad said in an annoyed tone.
Sheila decided to quit trying to be cute and blurt it out. "Well we may have been neighbors before, but never lovers. Marge and I made love the other day." She looked at Brad and waited, wondering what he would say.
Brad put down the magazine and looked at her. "You what?"
"You heard me," Sheila said defensively. "Marge and I made love. We sucked each other's cunts and we came together. It was groovy as hell."
Brad took a big gulp of his martini. "Are you handing me a line of shit or what?"
"Oh, don't pretend to be so shocked. You've read about bored housewives and all that. Well, a few weeks ago when you and Harry were both gone, Marge and I were sitting around sloshing down some booze. We started to get horny and there weren't any men around. One thing sort of led to another and we ended up in bed together."
"Well, I'll be damned," Brad said softly as he poured himself another martini.
"Don't be mad, honey," Sheila begged. "I wouldn't have had to tell you. I just don't like having any secrets, you know."
Sheila was relieved that Brad wasn't furious. She had been afraid to tell him, but now she was glad she had. She told him exactly how it had happened, and Brad pressed her for every detail of her session with Marge. He seemed immensely interested and even a little turned on by her story.
"Would you like to do it again?" Brad asked.
"Again?" Brad's question surprised her. "Yes, I think I would. It really excited me in a weird sort of way."
Abruptly, Brad changed the subject, but a couple of days later Sheila found out that he was still interested. He got out the swingers' magazines and began browsing through the Chicago ads.
"Here's one that looks interesting," Brad said, and he pointed to an ad as he handed the magazine to Sheila.
"Girl, mid-twenties. Attractive and sexy. Wants to meet singles or couples for swinging parties. Loves threesomes."
Sheila turned the idea over in her mind. It did sound interesting as hell. She knew she wanted to try it.
"It sounds fantastic," Sheila said after a couple of minutes. "I'll write to her tomorrow."
"Send her our phone number and tell her to call right away," Brad instructed her. "I don't want to wait forever to set this up."
It was just over a week later when Sheila was reading a book one afternoon and the phone rang.
"Hello, Sheila Tomlin?" The voice sounded young and soft. "This is Cindy Atkins. I got your letter. You and your husband sound like my kind of people. When can we meet?"
Sheila quickly arranged for Cindy to visit them the following Saturday evening, and then she phoned Brad to tell him.
Sheila and Brad had just finished dressing when they heard a car stop out in front of the house. Sheila hurried to the window and saw a cab driver opening the rear door of his taxi. A blonde, rather delicate-looking girl got out and smiled at the driver as she paid him and started up the walk.
As Cindy neared the front door, Sheila realized that the girl wasn't at all what she and Brad had been expecting. Instead of looking hard and sexy, Cindy looked fragile and shy. Her skirt came down almost to her knees, and her rather loose blouse was buttoned up to the neck. Sheila couldn't really tell whether the girl had much of a figure or not.
Maybe it wasn't her, Sheila thought as the girl rang the doorbell.
"Hi, I'm Cindy," the girl said rather meekly as Sheila opened the door.
"Come in. I'm Sheila and this is my husband Brad," Sheila responded just as Brad walked into the room. Brad was equally surprised at Cindy's appearance and he was a little dumbfounded at first. She reminded him of a librarian he had once known.
Brad almost felt guilty offering the girl a drink, but she surprised him by casually asking for a Scotch on the rocks. They ate dinner without a word about sex. Both Brad and Sheila felt almost too embarrassed to bring it up. Cindy told them she was twenty-three and worked as a receptionist in a dentist's office. She seemed impressed when Sheila volunteered that Brad was a bank vice-president, but she didn't ask him what bank he was with, nor did she seem interested in finding out anything else about her host and hostess.
After dinner they went into the rec room where Sheila put on some music and Brad poured them some brandy.
"I'm glad you answered my ad," Cindy said shyly as Brad handed her the glass. "I like you both already." Her voice was soft and almost childlike.
They sipped their drinks and then Cindy asked where the bathroom was. She took her large leather purse and followed Sheila down the hallway to the bathroom.
"Thanks," she said. "I'll only be a minute."
When Cindy came back to the rec room, she was wearing a powder-blue baby-doll outfit consisting only of a shortie top and a pair of matching bikini panties. Both items were made of see-through material, and the super-brief panties only covered a small portion of her ass.
Her tits were surprisingly large for such a small girl, and her legs, though slim, were exquisitely shaped. Her round asscheeks jiggled a little as she walked.
Cindy noted the expressions of approval on her hosts' faces as Brad and Sheila admired her lovely body. Without saying a word Cindy began dancing to the slow, sexy music coming from the stereo. Her body swayed and her curvy hips undulated to the sultry tempo.
She turned her back to them and, while swaying her hips in time to the music, tugged her panties upward until she had pulled the back of them into the crack of her ass. Turning around, she did the same thing in front. Cindy kept puffing the thin material upward until the crotch of her panties was nothing more than a G-string.
The tight feeling of the material against her cunt and asshole excited her as she began dancing again. She loved having people look at her and she loved turning them on with her sexy body.
Although Brad had gotten a hard-on almost immediately, it was Sheila who was getting turned on the most. She started undressing, and by the time Cindy was finished with her sexy dance, Sheila was down to her bra and panties. She felt the moisture that had seeped out of her horny cunt, and she knew Cindy's curd must be juiced up, too.
Brad took Cindy by the hand and pulled her to him. Willingly, she let her body melt against his as he cupped her naked asscheeks in his hands and pressed his mouth against hers.
"Hey, ladies first," Sheila complained as she grabbed Brad by the shoulder. "How about getting us another drink?"
Cindy giggled as Brad let go of her and went out to the kitchen to get the bottle of cognac. The bottle was nearly empty, so he had to go down to the basement for a new bottle. When he got back to the rec room, the girls were gone.
Puzzled, Brad walked down the ball and noticed a light on in the bedroom. He pushed open the door and stared in amazement.
There, totally nude, were Cindy and Sheila lying together on the king-sized bed. Cindy was lying on top of Sheila, and their mouths were locked together in a wet, sensuous kiss.
Impulsively, Brad stripped off his clothes, but then instead of joining them, he pulled the dressing table chair over close to the bed and decided to just watch for a while.
Sheila noticed him sitting there, and she smiled at him as she began kissing Cindy's neck and running her hands over the young girl's smooth, white asscheeks. Sheila glanced at Brad as he sipped his cognac with one hand and gave his cock a few strokes with the other.
Cindy parted her lips and licked her way down to Sheila's tits. Sheila arched her chest upward, offering her hard, red nipples to her lover. Brad watched as Cindy licked at the succulent flesh buds and nibbled them with her teeth. Sheila was squirming with pleasure. Pleasure that she got from being kissed and fondled and pleasure that she got from displaying her lust in front of Brad.
As her lips rolled over Sheila's burning nipple, Cindy slid on one knee between her lover's legs and nestled it against her soft cunt. Sheila groaned with delight as the girl pushed her knee harder against the wet opening of her pussy.
"Do you like it?" Cindy whispered. "Do I make you feel good?"
"Oh, yes, yes," Sheila panted, "it's wonderful. I love it."
"Do you want me to kiss your cunt? I'd like to kiss your lovely cunt and have you kiss mine, too. Do you want to do that?"
"Oh, I can't wait to have you kiss my cunt, Cindy. But let me kiss your tits, first."
Brad could hardly believe what was going on. His wife was making love with a woman and brazenly planning to eat her cunt! And right in front of him!
Cindy rolled over on her back. Her tits stood up firmly from her tiny body, and Sheila's hand trembled, as she reached out to touch them. Sheila eased her mouth slowly down to Cindy's waiting tits and licked them with her wet tongue. As Sheila bent over Cindy, the young girl reached between Sheila's legs and found her wet cuntlips. Quickly, Cindy's fingers began fondling Sheila's clit, sending shivers of delight through her cunt.
Slowly, Sheila began kissing her way down the girl's soft belly until her mouth brushed against the soft pussy hair. Sheila licked the inside of Cindy's thighs and then licked her cuntal rim. She snaked her tongue into the open slot and then Cindy twisted around to get her head between Sheila's legs.
Brad was pumping his cock faster now as he watched his wife locked in an incredible sixty-nine with Cindy.
Sheila flicked her tongue at Cindy's swollen clit and felt it quiver with pleasure. At the same time, Cindy's tongue darted into Sheila's slippery snatch, and soon Sheila felt as though she were being fucked by a small soft cock. The action of Cindy's tongue lifted Sheila to new peaks of sexual bliss. It was fantastic.
Furiously, Sheila licked at Cindy's throbbing clit until neither girl could stand it any longer. Their cunt muscles flexed as they felt each other's orgasms explode in their faces. They pumped their bodies back and forth in a wild frenzy as they climaxed together.
After a few minutes, Cindy pulled her pretty face away from Sheila's cunt and looked at Brad. His rigid prick stood straight up from his crotch. Her face still wet with Sheila's juices, Cindy slid from the bed and knelt in front of Brad.
Resting her hands on his muscular thighs, Cindy leaned forward and planted a light kiss on the base of his big cock. Sheila turned to watch as Cindy began licking Brad's bulging balls and kissing them with her wet lips. Cindy's lips were an absolute delight. They were soft and warm, and they felt like velvet against Brad's hard prick.
Cindy opened her mouth and slid her moist tongue up the length of Brad's cock as though she were licking in ice-cream cone. Her tongue licked at the tiny opening at the end of his cock. She loved the taste of his cockhead as she sucked it into her mouth.
Suddenly Sheila wasn't content with just watching. She got up and eased herself between Brad's legs along with Cindy. While Cindy massaged the head of Brad's cock with her lips, Sheila licked at the lower part of his rigid shaft.
Brad was in heaven as the two naked women knelt in front of him and stroked his cock with their horny tongues.
Cindy sucked at his prick and swirled her tongue around the tip until Brad felt as though his cock were going to explode. Then Cindy cased his cock out of her mouth. Instantly Sheila joined her in licking at the tip of his prick and soon they both were swirling their tongues over the purplish flesh of his cock like a dozen fireflies.
They felt Brad's cock throb violently and licked him faster as his cum jetted from the tip of his prick. His first spurt of hot jism hit Cindy's lips and then Sheila moved in to catch the remaining gushes with her tongue.
When he had finished coming, the two girls turned to each other and kissed. They smeared Brad's sticky, white jism against each other's lips and licked it out of each other's mouths with their tongues.
As the girls stood up finally, Sheila grabbed Brad's half-limp cock and gave it a playful squeeze.
"We'll have to do something about that, won't we, Cindy?" Sheila teased.
"Don't worry, baby, I'll be ready any time you are," Brad shot back.
"Okay, super-stud, you'll get your chance," Sheila said as she took Brad's nearly empty brandy glass and sipped the rich liquor.
"I could use a shower," Cindy sighed. "Why don't we all take one together and then we can start all over again?"
"Great idea," Brad agreed enthusiastically.
They all crowded into the shower together and Brad turned on the water. Soon Sheila and Cindy were soaping him up, and he responded by lathering their bodies, paying special attention to their glistening tits and their cunt hair. Cindy spread her legs wide apart and let Brad soap her ass crack and her cunt with his hands.
"Umm, feels good," she purred.
Meanwhile, Sheila soaped up his cock and washed it off. Finally they stepped out of the shower and dried off.
Brad's cock was good and hard again as they strolled back into the bedroom. Now it was his turn to take the lead. He took Cindy in his arms and pulled her close to him. Her warm skin felt good against his hard prick as their mouths crushed together. Instantly her tongue was in his mouth, probing, licking and exploring. Brad clutched her little asscheeks and squeezed the supple flesh.
Then Brad felt his wife's naked body pressing against his back. She kissed the back of his neck and ground her hairy cunt against his ass. Her tits felt soft against his hard back.
Still clinging together, the three of them fell onto the bed. Brad sucked one of Cindy's tits into his mouth. Their passions were mounting again as they pressed their naked bodies together. While Brad sucked on Cindy's nipple, Sheila kissed her on the lips. Then, with the girls lying side by side, Brad began fingering their cunts as they kissed each other.
Brad went down on Cindy first. She opened her legs, giving him easy access to her dripping snatch. Brad buried his face in Cindy's twat while he jammed his finger into his wife's hot cunt. Sheila wiggled her ass against the sheet as Brad stroked the walls of her slick cunt with his finger.
Cindy gasped as Brad's stiff tongue found her clit. The burning sensation in her cunt was driving her wild as Brad sucked at the core of her sex. She pumped her hips as Brad worked at her delicious twat. Brad's tongue set her aflame, but she had to have more than just a tongue-fucking.
"Brad, fuck me! I wanted your cock!" Cindy cried.
Without hesitating, Brad lay on his back and guided Cindy over his crotch. She moaned as she lowered her cunt to his waiting cock and felt herself impaled on his rigid tool. She trembled as his big cock stretched her cunt walls and filled her completely.
Spasms of joy rippled through Cindy's cunt as she worked his cock deeper and deeper into her eager slot.
As Sheila watched Brad's cock slide into Cindy's pussy, Brad reached out and pulled his horny wife aver his face. Sheila willingly positioned her snatch over Brad's mouth. She was facing Cindy and could watch as Brad rammed his cock into the delicate girl's body.
While Brad speared her cunt with his tongue, Sheila leaned forward and kissed Cindy's tits. Soon the two girls were sliding their tongues in and out of each other's mouths while Brad took, care of their cunts.
As Brad began to jab his cock into Cindy with greater fury, Sheila bent all the way over and licked at his shaft each time it emerged from Cindy's twat. Then Sheila licked at Cindy's clit as Brad's cock slid back and forth past her wet lips.
The room was filled with the sounds of their orgy. Cindy was panting and moaning as she felt Brad's big cock fuck her cunt. Their bodies heaved and pound together as they raced toward their orgasms, each blinded to everything except their sexual gratification.
Cindy screamed as Brad speared her tender cunt with his prick and Sheila licked at her quivering clit. Sparks ripped through Cindy as Brad drilled his cock into her. Then Cindy felt Brad shoot his hot stream of cum into her cunt and she climaxed with him, her cunt burning with sheer pleasure.
Brad sucked at his wife's clit as he emptied his load into Cindy and he felt Sheila's cunt shudder with her orgasm. Sheila kept licking at Cindy's clit, and then eagerly lapped up some of Brad's cum as it trickled out of the girl's cunt.
Exhausted, they disengaged their bodies and lay side by side on the bed. One by one, they drifted off to sleep, their orgasms still warming their bodies.
Chapter Five
Sheila had enjoyed the three-way session with Cindy, but it was men that really turned her on. Making it with another woman was fine for a change of pace, but what Sheila really craved was the excitement of a man's touch and the matchless bliss that engulfed her when he fucked his cock into her cunt.
It had been more than a month since Brad and Sheila had joined in the threesome with Cindy, and Sheila was beginning to feel her desire for a new sexual adventure building up. So she was more than delighted when Brad thought up a swapping proposal with a new twist.
"How'd you like to combine a little business with pleasure?" he asked as he set down his briefcase and loosened his tie one evening.
"Business with pleasure -- sounds interesting," Sheila replied as she poured them a couple of martinis on the rocks from a large pitcher. "What's it all about?"
"Well, first of all, I'm not really sure that's what it adds up to, but if I've got it figured right, it could be a bigger deal than my promotion. I've been trying to land this big client for the trust department, and if I get him, I could be headed for the top."
"Who's this Mr. Big and where does the pleasure part come in?" Sheila asked.
"His name is Todd Harrison, and he's the investment advisor for some of the richest families in town. A million bucks is peanuts to him. Anyway, he tells half of the bluenoses in the city what to buy and sell in the stock market and real estate, even sets them up with Swiss bank accounts."
"I got word a while back that he wasn't too happy with the New York bank that handles the transactions for him. Seems they were trying to cut him out. Sort of make him look like an unnecessary middle man," Brad explained. "I've given him the pitch on what a great outfit First Union is and the whole bit. I know he's checked the bank and me out completely, and I think he's about ready to switch his business over to us, but he isn't quite ready to sign on the dotted line," Brad went on.
"That's where the pleasure comes in. I think he and his wife are swingers. He invited us to have dinner with them Saturday evening. They've got a mansion in some secluded place about forty miles out of town. I can't be positive, but I think they want to see if we'd like to have some fun. How does it sound?"
"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.
She wanted him to eat her cunt and she wanted to feel his cock between her warm thighs, yet she found it impossible to imagine how anything in the world could feel better than the massaging that his mouth was giving to her nipple.
Then, as though reading her thoughts, he slipped her dress down her legs. In seconds, her pantyhose and shoes had been removed, and she stood before him clad only in her tiny panties. Todd eased her backward and she sat down on the stone bench. Sheila leaned her head back for a moment and closed her eyes. When she opened them again, Todd was standing in front of her completely naked, his long cock jutting straight out from his body.
Sheila smiled softly up at him, and then as if pulled by some strange force she leaned forward and enclosed his hard prick in her hands. She hummed quietly as she ran her fingers back and forth over his pulsing cock. She kissed his lean belly and reached between his legs to fondle his balls. Then, easing herself forward, she placed his cock between her tits and pushed them together with her hands to massage his shaft with her shimmering flesh.
Taking his cock in her hands again, she caressed her nipples with the end of his prick, and she shivered with pleasure as she felt his hard flesh against her body.
Sheila felt strange. It was as though Todd were telling her what to do, yet he said nothing. Then, holding his cock flat against his belly, she leaned forward and began licking his balls. She lapped at them with her wet tongue and tasted them while she felt her cunt twitch with excitement. She could have come right then if she had wanted to, but she held herself back.
Slowly she licked her way up Todd's prick until she felt the smooth knob of purplish flesh that crowned his big shaft. Sheila parted her lips and eased his prick into her mouth as though she wanted to savor every inch of the tasty meat. She was breathing heavily now, and her hot breath made Todd's cock throb with anticipation.
She licked and sucked at his prick until her mouth was full of it, and then she began pumping her lips back and forth over the huge cock. She would have let him fill her mouth with his hot cum, but he gently pushed her head backward at the very moment that she sensed he was on the verge of coming.
Then he pulled her to her feet and took a couple of steps backward, gazing at her in the moonlight. Suddenly, she realized she was still wearing her panties. As Todd watched, she slid the brief garment off her hips and down her legs. She had never felt so naked before in her life, yet she wanted to show him more. She had the urge to spread her legs and pull her cuntlips apart so that he could see how wanton and willing she felt.
Sheila was aflame with desire, and when the gentleness that Todd had shown earlier turned abruptly to powerful passion, she was ready. Todd pulled her to him, and she felt her soft tits crushing against his hard chest. His steel-like prick delighted the sensitive skin of her belly. She ground her cunt against his thighs.
Todd's strong hands made their way down her naked back, and he cupped her luscious asscheeks. His fingernails jabbed into her delicate flesh, giving her sharp stabs of fantastic pain and pleasure. Suddenly, she wanted him to be rough with her. She wanted him to ram his cock into her and split her cunt wide open.
They were standing next to a big oak tree, and Sheila hardly realized what was happening as Todd turned her around and pressed her body between his body and the tree. Sheila was too bewildered and crazed with passion to protest as she placed his hands on the back of her thighs and lifted her legs into the air.
Afraid of losing her balance, Sheila threw her arms around the tree, which was just what Todd wanted her to do. In another second her legs, too, were wrapped around the tree, with Todd still holding onto her thighs.
Sheila gasped as she felt Todd's prick slide between her legs from the rear and probe her wet cuntlips. She nearly screamed as he lunged forward and drove his cock into her hot cunt, and at the same time forced her naked body harder against the rough tree bark.
Sheila wanted to cry out in pain as the coarse bark scraped against her tender tits and scratched her sensitive nipples. But the absolute wantonness of her position and the feel of Todd's cock plunging deeper and deeper into her cunt really turned her on.
She clung tighter to the tree, delighting in every thrust of Todd's body as it caused her naked skin to crash against the rough bark.
Her nipples burned and stung as they scraped against the tree, but Sheila found herself loving every stinging sensation she got while she delighted in the feel of Todd's cock splitting her slippery cunt walls. She was able to move her hips back and forth a little to meet his surging cock as they drove toward their climaxes.
Todd's cock plunged to the very depths of her cunt as Sheila felt her orgasm about to erupt within her. Then her lust exploded and she felt dozens of wild spasms surge through her cunt as it gripped Todd's cock while his jism shot into her.
As their orgasms faded to a dim flicker of warmth within their bodies, Todd eased her to the ground. Sheila started to lie down, but Todd placed his hand under her belly and position her on her hands and knees. She couldn't believe it when she felt him kneel between her legs from the rear and probe her asshole with his still-hard cock.
Without thinking, Sheila spread her legs wide apart as though inviting Todd into her body once more. With his cock still wet with her cunt juices, Todd slid the smooth flesh of his cockhead into her puckered asshole. Sheila felt as though he would rip her apart, but she didn't care. She loved his cock and would take it any way he wanted to give it to her.
The feel of Todd's big cock sliding along the sensitive walls of her shit chute made Sheila's entire crotch burn and shake with pleasure. The friction of his cock within her ass ignited the fire within her cunt again and made her clit throb with lust.
She wiggled her ass back and forth, meeting every thrust of his prick and squirming to feel his cock twist within her ass. Faster and faster their bodies moved together until at last Todd's prick spewed its torrent of hot white cum into her waiting asshole. At the same time Todd reached beneath her and pressed her clit with his finger and rubbed it violently until the juices of her orgasm drenched his hand.
As soon as Todd and. Sheila had left Brad and Ellen alone in the cozy dining room, Lisa returned to fill the wine glasses. When they had gotten their refills, Ellen suggested that they adjourn to the den to finish their drinks.
Ellen lowered her supple body into a large leather chair, letting the slit in her skirt fall open all the way to her upper thighs. It was then that Brad noticed that she wore no pantyhose. He had been eyeing the tops of her bulging tits all evening, but this was the first time he had gotten a chance to get a good look at her shapely legs.
"You must be a very talented young man to have risen so far in the banking world so quickly," Ellen said. "Sheila is a very lucky girl."
"Thanks for the compliment. I guess we're both lucky, being where we are right now." Brad wanted her to take what he said in more than one way, and Ellen got the hint. As she raised her wine glass to her soft red lips, she nonchalantly crossed her legs, hiking her skirt up just far enough so that Brad could catch a glimpse of her black lace panties.
Ellen was delighted to be alone with this virile young man, and she basked in his gaze. In a moment she would part her legs and give him a good look at her hairy cunt through the gap in her crotchless panties, but she would build up to it slowly. Already she could see his cock beginning to bulge beneath his pants.
"What do you think of Lisa?" Ellen asked abruptly. "Attractive young thing, isn't she?"
Brad hesitated a moment, not knowing quite what to say.
"Yeah, er, she's a gorgeous girl," he finally stammered.
"Very sexy, too, I might add," Ellen said matter-of-factly. "I bought her that uniform with the miniskirt. Some of our guests really flip over her I noticed you managed to keep your hands off her, although she wouldn't have minded if you hadn't."
Ellen's casual reference to her sexy maid surprised Brad, but he didn't let on.
"There's a right time and place for everything," he retorted.
"Very philosophical." As she spoke, Ellen slowly eased her legs apart and exposed the soft black hair of her cunt to him. "And what time and place are we at right now?"
Brad answered by walking over to where she sat and bending over to kiss her on the lips. She threw her arms around his neck and shot her tongue into his mouth. When he released her and stood up, she seemed hurt, as though he were rejecting her.
"Do you think I'm pretty?" she asked. "Do you think I'm sexy?"
"Of course, you're beautiful," Brad replied as he drew her to her feet.
But she avoided his embrace and told him to sit down. She turned up the slow Latin music that was coming from the stereo tape system and began to dance around in the dimly lit room. As she danced, Ellen unzipped her dress and slowly peeled it off the upper part of her body. Her big tits were only half hidden in a skimpy French bra.
Ellen danced close to Brad and slid the dress down her sleek legs and stepped out of it. She loved having a man's eyes riveted on her, especially when she could reveal her naked flesh to him.
"Let me make you more comfortable," she said as she bent over to unbuckle Brad's belt and unzip his fly. In seconds, she had freed his stiff cock from his shorts. She took his hand and placed it on his cock. "Don't be bashful. You can jerk off while you watch me. Just don't waste any of that precious cum!"
She danced away from him and let her body sway to the sexy Latin music. As she danced with her back to him, she reached down and pulled her panties into her ass crack. She tugged at them, pulling them deep into her crack and biding them from view between her well-rounded globes of her asscheeks.
Brad slowly stroked his cock as he watched Ellen parade her nearly naked body in front of him. As he watched her wanton display, he shed the rest of his clothes.
"That's good," she said, coming close to him. "I adore naked men, and I adore your cock." Brad's rigid prick stood straight up in the air, throbbing with anticipation.
Ellen pulled her panties even deeper into her crotch as she stood with her legs spread wide apart in front of Brad.
"Umm, it feels so good when I do that," she murmured. "Do you like to watch me? Does it make you want to jerk off? Oh Brad, baby, jerk your cock for me. Show me that I turn you on!" Brad obliged, jerking his cock with slow, rhythmic strokes. He pulled his foreskin up over his purplish cockhead and let the skin roll back to reveal the glistening crown once more. Ellen watched him, entranced by his big, pulsing prick.
Then, with her eyes still glued on his cock, she began to dance again. The tempo of the music had picked up a bit, and she danced faster. She reached behind her back and undid her bra. As she let the garment fall to the floor, she cupped her swaying boobs in her hands, hiding her delicious melons from his view.
Teasingly she slipped her hands toward the underside of her tits, revealing two enormous nipples encircled by large areolas. Her nipples were almost an inch long and about as big around as a little finger. Brad couldn't take hit eyes off them, and without realizing what he was doing, he began to jerk his cock faster and faster.
"That's it, jerk it really good! I really turn you on, don't I?"
Her words made Brad conscious of what he was doing, and he stopped immediately to keep from shooting his wad.
Ellen suddenly pushed her panties down her legs and began dancing to the quickening beat of the music. She thrust her pelvis forward, just a few inches from his face. She gyrated her hips in a wild fucking motion that made her tits bounce against her chest. The hair around the opening to her cunt glistened with the juices that seeped from her channel.
Faster and faster she drove her body in a frenzy of thrusts as she felt the burning sensation build within her cunt. When she could stand it no longer, she edged closer to Brad until her eager pussy was directly in front of his face.
"Oh, Brad, eat me. I want you to suck my cunt. Please say you want to do it!"
"You bet I'll eat you, baby," Brad replied as he reached for her asscheeks and pulled her cunt tight against his face. Brad lowered his head at first to kiss the tops of her soft thighs. As he sucked the tender skin between his lips, he gave her a series of soft bites to tease and torment her burning flesh.
"Oh, no, Brad, you're hurting me!" Ellen moaned. But when he stopped, she begged for more. "No, don't stop, bite me some more! That's it, harder! Make it hurt! Oh! More, more!"
Brad dug his teeth into her inner thigh so hard he thought she would scream in pain, but she just panted harder, her cunt growing hotter and hotter. Then he moved his mouth to the opening of her snatch and licked her hot, swollen cuntlips. She grabbed the back of his head and pulled his face tighter to her crotch.
The feel of Brad's wet tongue on her cuntlips was driving Ellen crazy with pleasure. As she moaned in sheer sensual delight, Brad shoved his tongue into her cunt and licked her creamy cunt walls.
The next thing Ellen knew, Brad was sucking her erect clit between his lips. He pressed his lips tightly around the sensitive little bud and lapped at its tip with his tongue. Brad had completely pushed away all of the wet pink flesh that surrounded her clit and was concentrating on sucking her off for all he was worth.
"Brad, that's beautiful! Oh, I love to have you suck me! I could let you suck me like that forever!" But she couldn't. As Brad's tongue and lips worked on her burning clit, Ellen felt her cunt walls pulsate with the final thrill of lustful desire. She pumped her pussy against his face, and then in a wild fury of thrusts and sucks, Ellen felt her orgasm rip through her cunt. She shuddered violently as her satisfied pussy drenched Brad's face with her juices.
Again and again her body shook with the thrill of her climax, and then she eased her cunt away from him. Brad lay back in the chair, exhausted from the sucking he had given her, although his cock still stood straight up from his body waiting to be satisfied. Ellen pushed his legs together and straddled his cock as she faced him.
As she lowered her cunt onto his cock, she positioned her legs over the arms of the chair. With his cock encased in her wet snatch, Brad began to lift his hips and ram his eager prick into the depths of her body.
He bent forward to kiss her tits and suck her inviting nipples into his mouth. Her big, taut nipples tasted even better that her delicious cunt, and he sucked on first one and then the other. Ellen twisted her body back and forth and writhed her cunt walls against his surging prick. She knew just how to cares his cock with her slippery snatch, and Brad craved every movement of her velvety smooth pussy flesh against his dick.
Ellen bounced up and down furiously on Brad's cock as he rammed it deeper and deeper into her. Her cunt still burned with the orgasm he had given her with his tongue, and now his prick was lifting her to new heights of wanton bliss.
As Brad pumped her harder and harder, she felt his cock bulge and shoot his cum into her thirsty cunt. Brad felt as though his whole cock were a red-hot piece of flesh. Wave after wave of molten pleasure surged through his cock as he emptied his load into her clutching cunt.
Ellen felt his jism splash into her, and she closed her pussy walls tightly around his prick to squeeze every last drop of cum from his balls. Her clit throbbed and her cunt walls shook as she climaxed with him and then fell forward onto his chest.
They clung to each other for a while, their naked bodies basking in the afterglow of their orgasms. Ellen nuzzled her warm lips against Brad's neck and flexed her cunt muscles to give his cock a few gentle squeezes.
"I loved that, really loved it," she murmured.
After several minutes, Ellen got up and walked behind the bar. She took a towel and held it under the hot water tap. She wrung it out and walked back to where Brad was sitting. Taking his cock in one hand, she carefully washed it off with the wet towel. Brad watched her as she wiped their juices off his cock, and by the look on her face he could tell that she enjoyed what she was doing.
When she was done cleaning Brad off, Ellen took her half-full wine glass and knelt between his legs.
"You're going to love this," she whispered. First she poured a few drops of the red wine on his inner thigh and licked them off. When she had finished lapping his thigh, Ellen poured a few more drops of wine on Brad's balls. Her tongue went after the wine as though he was retrieving some lost treasure. She massaged his sac with her lips and sucked one of his balls into her mouth where her tongue danced over tantalizingly.
The base of his cock was next, and Brad began to breathe hard as she poured the wine along the bottom of his shaft. The sensation of the wine and her soft lips made Brad's prick throb and pulse with lust.
Cupping her left hand underneath his balls, Ellen poured more wine over the entire length of Brad's cock. The wine cascaded oven his purplish cockhead and down his rod where it trickled over his balls.
When she had coated his whole cock with the wine, Ellen put her glass down and turned her entire attention to Brad's wet flesh. Her face glowed with wanton pleasure as she prepared to lick and suck every inch of Brad's wine-covered cock.
Ellen's tongue swirled around the bottom of the delicious organ in front of her while she ran her fingers along Brad's hips to clutch his asscheeks. Her warm breath on his skin and her ever-moving tongue made Brad's cock burn with pleasure.
Her tongue was tracing its way up Brad's cock now, and she yearned for the moment when she would lick his cockhead and suck it deep into her mouth. Her tongue reached the rim of his cockhead, and she licked the sensitive flesh on the underside of the rim. She could feel the heat surging through Brad's cock as she sent him to new peaks of joy.
Ellen's swollen cuntlips twitched and her clit throbbed as she prepared to devour Brad's cock. Her ruby lips rolled over the smooth end of his cock, and then she probed its tiny opening with her tongue. She sucked out the mixture of wine and cock juices that she found there, letting them trickle over her tongue and down her throat.
Gradually, Brad saw his throbbing dick disappear into Ellen's mouth. Her lips fit snugly around his cock, keeping up the pressure against his skin and kneading his firm flesh. Ellen's cunt churned as Brad's cock began to fill her mouth, and she felt her orgasm start to boil within the depths of her pussy.
Brad felt as though his prick were ready to erupt as her tongue swirled around his flesh and Ellen sucked him ever harder. His cockhead at last met with the back of her throat and her lips came to rest against his balls. She had managed to get his entire cock into her hot mouth, and now she held him tightly, sucking and licking for all she was worth.
The taste of Brad's cock set her aflame, and she dug her sharp fingernails into his muscular asscheeks. The start contrast of the soft caress of her tongue on his cock and her fingernails stinging his ass made Brad pump his hips with excitement and drive his cock hard against the back of her throat.
Then, with her orgasm exploding in her sex-crazed snatch, Ellen began pumping her mouth furiously up and down Brad's cock. Her lips slid back and forth over his prick faster than Brad had ever imagined possible. Again and again her head bobbed up and down as she sucked and licked his prick in an orgasmic frenzy.
Then Brad's ejaculation ripped his cram from his balls and her mouth was filled with the hot jism that she sought so thirstily. Ellen swallowed time and again as she drank his cum. She kept on sucking until at last his orgasm faded and both of them were totally spent.
Chapter Six
Brad was overjoyed when Harrison called the following Monday and told him that First Union Bank would be handling all his future transactions. Brad became an instant hero at the bank, almost a legend. It had been years since the bank had landed such a lucrative account. Everyone knew who Brad was now, and he was accorded the respect usually given only to the bank's top few officers.
Because of the huge Harrison account, Brad's work pace at the bank picked up tremendously. He continually was flying to one coast or the other to arrange a deal for Harrison's clients.
The boost which Harrison had given to Brad's career was appreciated. Brad and Sheila also liked the added dimension to their sex lives. In fact, they found themselves frequent weekend guests at the Harrisons' for a variety of swapping activities.
It was a couple of months after they had met when Sheila got a phone call from Ellen.
"Say, if you two aren't doing anything Saturday, why don't you come out and join us?"
Ellen said. "We're going to spend the afternoon just lounging around the pool. The weather is supposed to be hotter than hell all weekend."
Sheila thought it was odd that Ellen didn't know that Brad was going to be out of town all weekend, especially because he was arranging one of Todd's deals. Well, maybe Todd just didn't tell his wife anything about his business affairs, Sheila decided.
"Oh, that sounds great, but Brad's going to be in New York, so I'm afraid we can't make it."
"That's a shame. Well, why don't you come along anyway? No sense in you being alone with nothing to do."
Sheila was dreading the weekend without Brad, and she knew she would be bored stiff. So she readily accepted Ellen's invitation.
When Sheila got up Saturday morning, she was doubly glad that Ellen had called. The weatherman had been right. It was only nine o'clock and already the temperature had passed eighty-five and was climbing. She had breakfast and showered, then tossed her bikini into a leather tote bag that Brad had given her. She slipped into a mini-skirted sundress and a pair of sandals and then found her sunglasses.
As she backed the cat out of the garage she decided to put the top down on the convertible. She'd be driving in the country mast of the way and the rush of the air as the car sped along would cool her off. The sun was hot on her exposed thighs, however, and Sheila was glad to get into the shade of the trees as her convertible wound along the Harrisons' driveway half an hour later.
Sheila rang the doorbell and was greeted by Lisa, who was wearing nothing but a brief bikini. The skimpy white pieces of material hardly covered anything at all, especially the girl's tits as they overflowed out of the bra top.
"Hi, come on in!" Lisa greeted her. "Mr. and Mrs. Harrison are out by the pool already. They said I should show you upstairs to change."
"Great. I made the mistake of driving with the top down. The sun almost burned me to a crisp. A swim sure would feel good."
Sheila followed after the girl as she walked up the long staircase. She admired Lisa's curvy body. Her young, firm asscheeks shimmered as Lisa walked, the skimpy bikini bottoms hiding only about half of her luscious ass.
"You can change in here," Lisa said, opening a door to one of the bedrooms and pointing inside. "I'll get you a towel."
Sheila had just thrown her bag on the bed and was unbuttoning her dress when Lisa returned with the towel and dropped it next to the bag on the bed. Sheila stopped unbuttoning her dress and was going to wait for Lisa to leave, but the girl casually sat down in a chair and waited.
"You need anything else?" Lisa asked.
"Uh, no, ah, that's fine." Sheila realized that Lisa was waiting for her to change and she wasn't going to get any privacy, so she started undoing her dress again. She felt uncomfortable having this young girl watch her strip, but Lisa seemed to think nothing of it. She shed her dress and noticed that having an audience had made her nipples get hard. She wondered if Lisa noticed.
Sheila fumbled with her panties as she took them off and then quickly slipped into her swimsuit bottoms, which were almost as brief as Lisa's. It was then that Sheila remembered that she always had trouble getting the top to her bikini snapped. Brad always did it for her, and now she knew she was going to have to ask Lisa for help. Sheila tried to do it herself but couldn't.
"Here, I'll help you with that," Lisa offered. She quickly hopped to her feet and took the ends of the bra straps in her hands. As she hooked the snap, Lisa nonchalantly let her thigh brush against the back of Sheila's leg. "There, nothing to it."
Then they padded barefoot down the stairs and out to the pool where they found Todd and Ellen leisurely swimming around in the oval-shaped pool.
They hollered their hellos across the pool while Lisa stepped up onto the diving board and arched her supple body for a dive into the water. Sheila followed her, and they glided the length of the pool to where Todd and Ellen were.
"Hey, this feels great!" she exclaimed. "It must be a hundred in town by now. I felt like I was going to melt on the way out here."
"That's the beauty of living out of town," Ellen replied. "It's always much more pleasant out here."
They swam around the pool for almost half an hour before tiring of the cool water. Sheila pulled herself up the ladder and shed her bathing cap. The sun was still hot, but now it felt good as it beat against her nearly naked body.
"How about some gin and tonics while we soak up some sun?" Todd suggested. "You girls make yourselves comfortable while I mix the drinks."
"Here, take one of these," Ellen said, handing Sheila an air mattress that had been floating in the pool. "They're great for relaxing."
Sheila finished drying herself off and flopped down on the soft air mattress. Its sponginess felt good against her body, and she felt as though she could drift off to sleep in a second.
"Want some suntan lotion?" Lisa was kneeling next to her with a bottle of oil in her hand. "You'll get a helluva burn without it."
"Yeah, I guess I'd better." Sheila reached for the bottle.
"No, just relax. I'll put it on for you." Lisa squirted the lotion into her hand. "Just lay down."
Sheila hesitated a moment and then lay back down. Ellen had pulled another air mattress from the pool and positioned it with one end toward Sheila's so they were facing each other.
"She's good at that," Ellen said, nodding toward Lisa. "She should have been a masseuse."
Sheila lay face down with her head resting on her crossed arms while Lisa began applying the lotion. Lisa rubbed the soothing oil into the back of Sheila's neck and shoulders with her talented fingers, and at once Sheila felt her muscles begin to relax. Lisa kneaded her skin as she worked the lotion into her back. Slowly, her delicate fingers pressed the lotion into Sheila's skin as they worked their way down her back to the top of her asscheeks.
Then Lisa paused to get more lotion on her hands and began rubbing it on Sheila's ankles and lower legs. The girl's fingers seemed to touch and caress every nerve beneath Sheila's skin. Lisa's hands went to the lotion bottle again, and this time they began working on the back of Sheila's lower thigh.
Carefully, Lisa rubbed the lotion into Sheila's supple flesh. Gradually Lisa's fingers moved upward along Sheila's sensitive thighs until Sheila began to realize that she was breathing a little hard. Lisa's massage was really turning her on, and she almost gasped when she felt the girl's hands on her inner thighs just an inch or so from her moistening cunt.
Sheila started to protest when she felt Lisa unsnap her bikini top, but when Sheila turned her head to say something, she saw that Lisa had already gotten rid of her own top and her bare tits were shimmering in the sunlight. So she said nothing as Lisa tossed the straps aside and smeared lotion where they had been. Neither did she say anything when Lisa started to slip Sheila's bottoms off. She merely lifted her hips to make it easier.
Then Lisa's hands were caressing and massaging Sheila's asscheeks, and she wanted to moan with pleasure. She was eager when Lisa turned her over to apply the lotion to her front. Lisa's hands were all over her body, and when Sheila felt them on her tits and then at her crotch, she felt her passion swelling within her.
Meanwhile Ellen had slipped out of her suit and was happily watching Lisa work on Sheila's naked body. When Lisa was finished, Sheila looked down at her body as it glistened in the sunlight. She ran her hand over the skin of her belly. It felt slippery and sensuous. Now, sitting next to her, Ellen was applying lotion to her own body. In seconds, she had covered herself with the oil.
Lisa stood up and got out of her bikini bottoms. She took the oil, and like Ellen had, coated her body with the liquid.
"Feels great, doesn't it?" Ellen said. "I just love this stuff. Todd got it in Japan. Smells good, too." It did have sort of a sexy, musky smell, Sheila observed as she held the back of her hand to her nose.
Just then, Todd returned carrying a tray of gin and tonics. He passed them around to the girls, making no mention of their nakedness. Instead he casually took a sip of his drink and then stepped out of his trunks.
At once Lisa grabbed the lotion bottle and jumped to her feet. While Todd sipped at his gin and tonic, she applied the lotion to his naked body. He chatted with Sheila and Ellen while applying the lotion, hardly paying any attention to what she was doing. But his big cock was about half-hard by the time she got to that part of his body. His prick grew to its full size when she massaged the lotion into it.
"That's fine, dear," he said when she had finished. Then for a while they all lay in a circle on the air mattresses. Sheila had really gotten hot and horny when Lisa had done her job with the lotion, but now the horniness was easing off a bit as she got used to being naked with her companions. She noticed, though, that once Todd's cock had gotten hard it stayed that way. Its wet, purplish head shone in the bright sun.
The sun, Sheila discovered, could be highly stimulating. She lay with her thighs spread apart as the hot rays beat down on her exposed cunt. The hot sun felt good as it danced over her cuntlips. She felt as though a thousand fingers were caressing the gaping mouth of her snatch.
Apparently the others were regulars at nude sunbathing, because they were tan all over. It felt funny to Sheila at first to have the sun shining directly on her naked tits and ass, and she kept turning over to make sure she wouldn't burn.
After about an hour of nude sunbathing, Todd jumped back into the pool, and the girls followed after him. They swam just long enough to cool off, and then Todd suggested they go into the house for another drink.
When Todd emerged from the pool, Sheila saw that his cock had softened, but she also realized that he intended to get things going sexually. He put his arm around her as they walked into the house. Ellen and Lisa followed behind them, and when Sheila glanced over her shoulder at them, she saw they each had an arm around the other's waists.
The four of them made their way to the bedroom with the huge waterbed, and Todd quickly mixed more gin and tonics at a small bar in one corner of the room.
"Why don't you two have some fun?" Todd said, nodding toward Lisa and Ellen. "Soft of get us in the mood."
"I don't know about that," Ellen answered. "We don't want to shock our guest."
"I don't shock easily," Sheila giggled.
Todd led Sheila over to the waterbed where they sat leaning against big pillows at the head of the bed. Ellen and Lisa put down their drinks and followed them. The gigantic bed was big enough so that Todd and Sheila could comfortably occupy one end while the other two had plenty of room to cavort with each other at the foot of the bed.
Without saying anything, Ellen and Lisa slowly moved their faces closer together while staring into each other's eyes. Their lips parted as the met, and Sheila could see their red tongues slide between their lips as they kissed. It was a long, wet, sensuous kiss. They fucked each other's mouths with their tongues, exploring and tasting.
Ellen reached out and pulled the young girl closer and soon Lisa lay on top of her. Their naked tits crushed together, and they squirmed, grinding their hot cunts closer together.
Sheila took a sip of her drink. The sight of the two naked women making love was beginning to have an effect. She felt the dampness build within her cunt, and her nipples stood out red and hard.
Ellen spread her legs, and Lisa's thighs fell between them. Lisa could feel Ellen's open, wet snatch rubbing against her cuntlips, and she undulated her hips as though fucking the older woman with an imaginary prick. Ellen was moaning softly now as her body boiled with lust for the lovely girl above her. Lisa lifted her upper body and dangled her taut-nippled tits over Ellen's face. Ellen sucked one of the delicious red nipples into her mouth willingly.
A flush of joy spread over Lisa's face. "That's it! Suck my tits! Oh, it feels so great!" As Ellen flashed her tongue from one succulent fit to the other, Lisa wiggled and jerked her hips, causing their swollen clits to rub together.
While Sheila watched Ellen sucking on Lisa's boobs, she also was watching Todd's cock as it began to harden. She reached for his rising prick, eager to feel his vibrant flesh, but he pushed her hand away.
"No hurry, my dear. There's plenty of time."
Ellen's passion was raging like a flood. She nearly consumed Lisa's tits, sucking as much of the shimmering flesh into her mouth as she could. Then it was Lisa's turn. Her hot, wet lips kissed their way down Ellen's neck to her tits. Lisa licked the big globes and gently nibbled at the firm nipples.
Lower her lips went until they rested against Ellen's perfumed cunt hair. The girl's hot breath against Ellen's crotch made her writhe with desire.
"Oh, Todd, let her do it," Ellen moaned. "Let her eat my pussy!" Her face had a look of wanton anguish.
Sheila was mystified. What in the hell was she asking Todd for?
"Not yet, dearest. Not until you're ready."
"Oh, but Todd, I am. I am!"
"Nonsense. You've just gotten started. Besides, Lisa's been a bad girl. I think you ought to punish her."
Ellen's eyes brightened. "Oh, yes! I'd like to do that!"
Lisa looked unhappy, but she willingly let herself be positioned across Ellen's lap face dawn. Todd watched intently as his wife ran her hand over the girl's naked asscheeks.
Ellen smiled wantonly as she raised her right hand above her head and then slapped the girl hard on her ass. Lisa winced as the palm of Ellen's hand stung her naked flesh.
"No! That hurts!" she cried. "You're hurting me!"
But Ellen raised her hand again, and again she brought it down hard on the girl's ass. Then with greater fury she spanked Lisa's asscheeks again and again until they were a bright red.
Lisa cried out several times at first, but then she stopped. Now she seemed to be enjoying it. Her mouth fell open and she gripped her own tits in her hands while Ellen spanked her harder and harder. Lisa even raised her asscheeks higher so Ellen could whack them harder.
"Enough!" Todd shouted finally. Lisa looked disappointed. The stinging pain on her ass had brought her to the brink of an orgasm. "Ellen, you've been much too hard on the girl. Show her you didn't really mean it."
Sheila watched the crazy scene in utter disbelief as Ellen leaned over and began licking the girl's reddened ass. Inch by inch, Ellen covered Lisa's naked ass with her tongue and lips until finally the older woman's tongue slithered into the girl's warm crack and found her tiny asshole.
Ellen fucked her tongue into the rubbery ring of flesh while Lisa pumped her hips. The woman drilled the girl's asshole again and again until Lisa was gasping for breath.
Ellen raised her head and looked anxiously at Todd.
"Now?" she whispered.
"Now," he said.
Eagerly, the two sex-crazed women shifted their positions so they could get their mouths between each other's legs. Ellen shot her tongue into Lisa's cunt and the girl did likewise. Lisa felt a spiraling current of heat ripple through her cunt as Ellen found her throbbing clit and sucked it between her lips.
Sheila felt her own cunt burning with excitement and lust as she watched the two women devour each other's pussies. Sheila slipped her hand between her legs and began fingering her own moist cuntlips but Todd pulled her hand away. His rigid cock stood straight out from his crotch, but he showed no sign of wanting to do anything but watch for the present.
Sheila was burning up with horniness, and she couldn't understand why Todd didn't want to get down to business and fuck. But she couldn't do much about it so she turned her attention to the two women.
They lapped furiously at each other's cunts, and Ellen reached around and inserted her finger into the girl's asshole. Ellen pumped her finger several inches into Lisa's warm shit chute, feeling the velvety-smooth lining of her channel. She frictioned the girl's tight asshole faster and faster as their tongues swirled around each other's cunts.
The feel of Ellen's finger in tier asshole and the rubbery touch of her tongue in her cunt made Lisa lurch with spasms of joy. Her cunt twitched as she felt her orgasm begin to take control of her body. They pumped their bodies back and forth as they licked and sucked each other into an orgasmic frenzy.
Then they both shuddered and gasped, their violent orgasms ripping through their cunts and bodies. Again and again their bodies shook with lust as they came in each other's faces.
Sheila looked dawn at her naked body. Her nipples were erect and hard. The hair that surrounded her pink cuntlips was moist with the juices of desire that had seeped from her body while she watched the pair making love at the other end of the end.
She reached for Todd's cock and bent over to brush the head of his prick with her warm lips. As she did so, Todd gently began caressing her tits. Slowly, passionately, they pleasured each other her lips on his cock and his hands on her boobs.
The way he felt her tits delighted Sheila. Somehow he managed to touch and electrify every nerve. He pushed her soft breasts together, making her feel the sensuousness of her own flesh. Her nipples grew harder as he softly rubbed them against the palms of his hands.
The absolute joy that he was giving her made Sheila even more eager for his cock. Her tongue massaged his prick eagerly. For a moment, she forgot that the cock was Todd's, and she sucked it into her mouth, all the time imagining that it was Brad's cock.
Then she realized where she was again. Her mouth was full of Todd's cock, and she licked at him happily, ready to satisfy him and be satisfied by him.
Sheila was so intent on sucking Todd's cock, that she failed to notice Lisa and Ellen join them. The tint thing she knew, Ellen's hands were on her thighs, inching their way to her damp cunt. Sheila looked up, at once surprised and pleased to find the two naked women running their hands over her body.
Without quite knowing how it happened, Sheila found herself lying on her back with her three lovers kissing and folding various parts of her body.
She closed her eyes as she felt Todd and Ellen kissing her inner thighs. Their lips awakened every inch of her flesh and made it cry out with sensual hunger.
Sheila opened her eyes a little as she felt Lisa's lips on her belly. She twisted her tongue around in her navel, making Sheila shudder with joy. Then the young girl began licking her way up to Sheila's shimmering tits. Lisa kissed the underside of Sheila's big boobs and blew her warm breath over the sensitive skin. Sheila cupped her own tit in her hand and offered the succulent flesh to Lisa. Lisa smiled at her, but before accepting the tempting offer, the two of them kissed, their tongues dancing together in passionate delight.
Then Lisa's lips were on her neck. Although Sheila ached to have Lisa kiss her boobs, the beauty of the girl's lips on her neck made her content to wait for even greater thrills.
At the same moment, Todd's lips were nearing the top of Sheila's thigh. Her skin tingled as she felt him make his way toward the entrance to her yearning cunt. She hungered for the touch on his tongue against her cuntlips.
Then she felt him ease her onto her side so that her snatch was directly in front of his face. Although she expected him to begin probing for her clit, the next thing she felt was Ellen's tongue at the top of her ass crack. Soon Ellen's warm lips were kissing every inch of Sheila's luscious ass. Sheila wiggled her cheeks eagerly as Ellen kissed them, then her mouth went to the top of Sheila's left thigh and kissed the young, fresh skin with open lips.
Ellen opened her mouth and began licking the shimmering asscheeks. Sheila's skin got hotter as Ellen ran her tongue all over the inviting globes. Then Ellen felt her own cunt pulse and quiver. She was getting hornier by the minute. She ran her hands between Sheila's thighs, reveling in the feel of her body. Sheila started to pant and moan as she felt Ellen's tongue approached the top of her waiting as crack. Ellen probed the warm entrance to Sheila's stilt chute haltingly at first. Sheila squirmed and ground her wet cunt against Todd's face as she felt Ellen's tongue slither between her asscheeks.
"Ahh, ahh, that's it!" Sheila moaned. "Lick my asshole! Fuck it! Fuck your tongue up my asshole!"
Spurred on by Sheila's pleadings, Ellen sped up her actions. Deeper and deeper into Sheila's slut chute Ellen went with her hot, wet tongue. Sheila flexed her asscheeks and nearly sucked Ellen's tongue from her mouth. The sudden shock of realizing that her tongue was now a couple of inches into Sheila's asshole excited Ellen, and she began pumping in and out as though her tongue were a cock working its way into a willing cunt.
Sheila was so entranced by the slippery tongue in her ass that so almost didn't notice as Todd's hard prick split her juicy cuntlips and slid easily into the warm depths of her snatch. She gasped as his big prick filled her pussy. His cock felt hot and hard, and she delighted in the way it forced her cunt walls apart and made her whole body ripple with sensual pleasure.
Todd and Sheila were both lying on their sides with Ellen still lapping eagerly at her asshole. While the three of them undulated their bodies toward their orgasmic bliss, Lisa found a way to get into the act.
Somehow the young girl slipped the lower part of her body directly between Todd and Sheila. Sheila suddenly found Lisa's hot cunt right in front of her face. Sheila moved her face forward, and soon she was kissing the girl's cuntlips and feeling her squirm with pleasure. Quickly, Sheila probed Lisa's steaming cunt until her clit popped up from beneath its head.
Lisa closed her eyes and clutched her own tits in her hands as she felt Sheila lapping at her clit. Lisa's clit grew bigger and bigger under the constant stimulation from Sheila's mouth, and soon the pulsing clit found itself covered with Sheila's lips while she continued to flick at it with her tongue.
Then Todd completed the four-way union of their bodies by forcing Lisa's asscheeks apart with his hands and driving his tongue into her asshole. Lisa gripped her boobs harder and pinched her nipples as she thrilled to the double tongue-fucking Sheila and Todd were giving her. Rhythmically they drove their tongues into her hot channels while she ground her crotch into their faces.
Now they were going at it for all they were worth. Todd pumped his cock into Sheila's churning cunt while his wife fucked her tongue deeper and deeper into the woman's asshole. Sheila felt as though she were in another world. Her whole mind and body were consumed in the pursuit other orgasm.
Blindly she licked at Lisa's cunt. While she felt cock and tongue minister to her lower body. She felt her clit swelling and throbbing under the pressure from Todd's cock as his shaft plunged into her cunt again and again.
Lisa was the first to let go with a violent series of organic shudders as she came and released her juices into Sheila's waiting mouth. The girl's hips jerked and she pressed Sheila's face between her thighs as the orgasm pounded through her body.
The realization that Lisa was coming in her face set off Sheila's orgasm, and she thrust herself forward, her body begging for the feel of Todd's cock damming deep into her yearning cunt. His thick cock pummeled her pussy until his cum splashed into the recesses of her clutching channel.
Ellen felt her husband's cock erupt just inches from her face, and then she squeezed her thighs tightly together and braced herself for the thunder that she knew would rip through her cunt. Her orgasm sent her mind reeling and she fell back, her cunt smoldering with her orgasm and her mouth still fresh with the taste of Sheila's asshole.
Sheila felt her satisfied cunt quiver as Todd removed his spent cock from her body. Then the four of them lay still, basking in the sensual afterglow of their orgasms.
Chapter Seven.
"It would have been even more fantastic if you had been there, honey," Sheila was saying as she told Brad about her afternoon with the Harrisons. "Making it with three other people really turned me on."
"Sounds pretty far out," Brad mused after hearing Sheila's entire story. "But it sounds like fun," he added with a grin. "I'm glad things are going well. I wrapped up a fabulous deal for Harrison in New York. I think he maybe ready to offer me the big prize."
"What do you mean? What big prize?"
"The word is that Harrison is looking for somebody to take in as a partner. There have been lots of candidates, but so far nobody has made the grade. The way I figure it, nobody has been able to measure up both in business and sex. That's where I think I've got the edge on everybody else."
"You mean we might be fucking our way into a fortune?" Sheila asked disbeievingly. "It can't be that easy."
"It isn't, baby, it isn't. I've been busting my balls putting these deals together for Harrison."
"Well, while you're out whipping up all those big financial deals, I've been tending to the home fires pretty well, if I do say so myself." Sheila had a bit of a pout on her lips.
"Don't I know it! You've been great. But now we've got to really perform. I'm damn sure Harrison is almost ready to give me the partnership. If everything goes right for the next couple of weeks, I think we've got it made."
"Mmmmm, that must be why Ellen made such a point of inviting us to the party they're giving next month. She said it was for a very special group of friends and we just had to attend."
"Well, we'll just have to wait and see," Brad said.
Sheila paced back and forth across the living room floor. She stopped and picked up the martini she had made for herself. Damn! she thought. This crap of having Brad gone half the time was driving her nuts.
The tension of Brad's business pursuits was beginning to take its toll. It seemed as though there was always one more deal that Brad had to put together before he would be taken in as Todd's partner. What was worse, the deals usually took Brad out of town for several days at a time. Sheila found herself alone and frustrated. Sure she had had some fun with Todd, Ellen and Lisa, and Marge was always ready for some cunt-sucking action, but Sheila needed more than that. Right now what she needed was her husband. Sex without Brad was enjoyable and exciting, but with Brad she could really lose herself.
Brad had assured her that as soon as he and Todd became partners, someone else would do the out-of-town work, and they would have more time together. In fact, Brad had told her that this would be his last trip before everything became "finalized" -- whatever that meant.
There was one more thing, too. The party that Ellen had mentioned. Sheila began to wonder whether the big party was going to be some sort of celebration. A sort of orgy welcoming Brad into Todd's firm as a full partner.
Sheila looked at her watch. It was almost nine p.m. Brad had said he would call, and now Sheila waited anxiously for the phone to ring. She mixed herself another martini. As she sipped her drink, she flipped on the TV and stared absentmindedly at a detective series rerun.
Within a couple of minutes, Sheila realized that she had seen the show before, and just as she was about to switch channels, the phone rang.
"Hi, baby. How's it going? You miss me?" Sheila heard Brad's voice as she picked up the bedroom phone and sat down on the edge of the bed.
"Oh, Brad, you know I do! When are you coming home? I'm getting lonesome."
"And horny, too?" Brad said with a laugh.
"Okay, that too. Anyway, when are you going to get back here and pay some attention to me?"
"Not for a couple of days. This deal is taking longer than I expected. This looks like the clincher, though. When I get back, I can resign at the bank and go to work fulltime with Todd. What I'm making at the back is peanuts compared to what I'd be making with Todd. This deal is worth two million bucks and my cut would be about twenty grand for putting it together. Not bad, huh?"
"Twenty thousand dollars! Just for one deal? Are you serious?"
"That's right, baby, and I don't think, it will be long now. How are things going on your end?"
"Honey, I wish you were here," she whispered imploringly. "I need you." Her tone was urgent. A vision of Brad lying naked on their bed flashed across her mind. She wished she could reach out and touch him and kiss him.
As though by mental telepathy, Brad got a similar idea. As he sat in an easy chair in his New York hotel room, an image of Sheila with her black hair tumbling over her bare shoulders rose up before him. He pictured her with her beautiful bare tits cupped in her hands, offering herself to him. Brad felt his cock begin to bulge in the confinement of his pants.
He had the urge to pack his bags and fly back to Chicago, but that was crazy. He would blow the whole deal. He wanted to fuck his lovely young wife right then and there. But it was impossible. They were more than a thousand miles apart. Then he got an idea. It was almost, as crazy as hopping the next plane for Chicago, but he decided to try it.
"Are you in the bedroom?" he asked Sheila casually.
"Yes, but a helluva lot of good it does me. I'm all alone!"
"Tell me what you're wearing."
Sheila paused a moment. What the hell was he talking about? She almost blurted the question out, but she was intrigued by the tone of his voice.
"A yellow blouse-and-slacks outfit. And sandals."
"Can you see yourself in the mirror at the end of the bed?"
"Yes, I'm sort of propped up on a couple of pillows."
"Okay, start unbuttoning your blouse."
She began to get the idea. She quickly undid the buttons.
"My blouse is open, shall I take it off?"
"Go ahead. Slide it slowly off your shoulders while you watch yourself in the mirror. Then touch your neck with your fingers and let them creep down to the tops of your tits."
Sheila eagerly did what she was told. The blouse fell from her shoulders. She watched herself in the mirror as her fingers made their way from her slim neck down to the bulging flesh of her soft tits as they pushed up from her tight half-bra. Brad could hear her breathing a little faster on the other end of the phone.
"Can I take my bra off, now? I want to feel my tits."
"No, not yet. First unzip your slacks. Take it easy."
She began to get hotter as she waited for Brad's next instructions.
"Lift up your hips and push your slacks down, just a little at a time."
Sheila saw herself in the mirror as the tops of her creamy thighs appeared from beneath her slacks. She wiggled her hips against the satin bedspread as she kicked off her sandals and slid the slacks from her legs.
"Oh, Brad. I wish you were here. I wish you were doing this to me!"
"I am, baby. I'm doing it. I can see you lying there with just your bra and panties on. I know how great you look. What kind of panties are you wearing?"
"Bikinis. The kind with just a couple patches of material and a little thin strap on the side."
"That's great, just great," Brad complimented her. "Now take off your bra. Do it slowly, like you were stripping."
Sheila unsnapped her bra and watched as her tits slowly came into full view. She felt as though Brad were there watching her. Ready to take her in his arms. Ready to fill her up with his big cock and satisfy the passionate longing that engulfed her body.
"Now I want you to touch yourself. Do it the way I would. Put your fingers lightly at the sides of your tits and tease them."
Sheila felt her fingers caress her delicate skin. She saw her nipples redden and grow hard as they waited for her touch.
"Now your nipples. Take them between your thumb and finger. Squeeze them a little."
Soft pangs of pleasure rippled through Sheila as she obeyed his command.
"Harder," she heard him say as she pinched the little rosebuds. "Harder, pinch them until it hurts!" Brad could hear her panting heavily now. He could sense her lust building.
"Oh, Brad, this is fabulous! It feels just like you're here with me! I'm feeling my tits now. Not just my nipples, my whole tit. Oh, they feel so soft. I love the way they feel! Is that the way they feel to you?"
"You bet! They feel like the greatest thing in the world!" Brad unzipped his fly, and pulled his pants and shorts down to free his rigid cock. He gripped his cock as he talked to Sheila.
"Start moving your hands down your belly. Touch your skin. Caress it with your fingertips. Now take your panties off. When you get them off tell me." He waited a minute and then heard his wife's voice.
"There, they're off. I'm completely naked." Her voice was slow and heavy.
"Put your hands on your thighs and push them apart. Get them as wide as you can, and then rub your hands over your cunt."
Sheila moaned as she moved her hands over her naked skin and observed her sexy movements in the mirror.
"I've got my hands between my legs," she panted. "My cunt feels so good; I'm opening it up with my fingers. Oh, I'm so wet! My clit feels like it's going to explode. I'm feeling my clit with my fingers. I'm going to come any minute!"
"That's great. Keep touching yourself. Just pretend that I'm going to fuck you right now."
"Brad, what are you doing? Are you rubbing your cock?" Sheila massaged her throbbing clit faster as she watched her wanton reflection in the mirror.
"I sure am, baby. If you were here, you'd be doing it for me."
Brad's words sent her mind spinning. She couldn't wait much longer. Her fingers raced over her clit.
"Brad, fuck me! Fuck me!" she screamed into the telephone. She slipped one finger into her slippery cunt and fucked herself as she kept on rubbing her aroused clit.
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.
Chapter Eight
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."
Now, all around the room, couples were in one stage or another of sexual activity. Just a couple of feet away, Ken and Joan were lying on the floor, locked into a glorious sixty-nine. Ken spread Joan's thighs and split her oozing cunt with his tongue while she lapped at the base of his hard cock.
Then Paul pulled Sheila to him, and she felt the rigid shaft of his dick against her soft belly. His cock felt good against her body and she opened her mouth as their lips met. He slid his tongue between her lips and flicked her mouth while his hands cupped her asscheeks. He spread her cheeks wide apart and toyed with her whole. He squeezed her ass and pulled her warm cunt close to him. She felt his cock rub against her soft cunt hair.
Sheila ran her hands up and down Paul's back, and then they descended to his naked ass. Haltingly she eased her fingers along his ass crack until she had dug between his muscular asscheeks and found his asshole. The touch of her finger against that intimate part of this stranger's body excited Sheila, and she pushed her body against his.
Then Paul was lifting her up, telling her to wrap her legs around him. Before she knew what was happening, he was holding her firmly beneath her asscheeks and she was clinging to him with her arms and legs. Paul slipped one hand between her legs, and then she felt him guide his prick to the opening of her juicy cunt.
His cock probed her pussylips and then slid deliciously between them. His prick seemed to flow up the channel of her cunt like a river flowing into a dark tunnel and disappearing from sight. Her cunt walls rippled with pleasure as his prick parted them and filled her body.
She clung to him tighter with her legs as the joining of their bodies sent chills of pleasure rippling through her.
Paul lifted her up and down, sliding her along his stiff cock until the friction of his cock within her cunt made her tug at him and flex her cunt muscles in wanton bliss.
Time and time again he lifted her up and down along his cock until she felt her pussy jerk and throb in an orgasmic frenzy that brought her to a state of total delight. She felt his hot cum jolt from his cock and drench her cunt while their orgasms sent streams of pleasure cascading over them.
Paul took a couple of steps and then eased her into a large chair. She closed her eyes for a moment or two, and when she opened them, Paul was standing in front of her with a couple of fresh drinks.
Sheila smiled up at him and took one of the drinks. Another couple that had finished fucking joined them, and as they struck up a conversation, Sheila found herself forgetting that she was at an orgy.
Meanwhile, Brad was plunging his tongue into Terri's inviting cunt. She locked her thighs around his neck while he lapped at the oozing gash that she offered him.
Terri had gotten his cock rock hard by rubbing against him with her ass as they stood amongst several couples. She had turned her head and softly whispered to him that she wanted him to go down on her, and that was all the invitation Brad had needed.
Terri moaned and wiggled her ass against the plush cushion Brad had placed beneath her while Brad licked at her clit and slid his tongue into her open cunt.
Every inch of her supple body seemed to move and flow while Brad tongued her snatch. Terri clutched her tits and licked her lips as she bugged her soft thighs to Brad's cheeks.
Then as Brad tongued her to the brink of her orgasm, she pulled herself away and reached for his cock. Her wet tongue stopped at his cockhead, bathing him in dozens of swirling kisses. Then with Brad lying on his back, she swung one leg over him and straddled his crotch.
Instantly she lowered her body and Brad felt his pulsing cock slide into her cunt. Terri speared herself on his cock and began twisting and turning her lithe body in a dozen different gyrations. Her pussy rubbed his cock from every possible angle. She rocked back and forth on his cock as he slammed it into her again and again. A soft smile spread across her face as she felt Brad stretch her cunt flesh with his big cock. Brad hit her with one final thrust as his orgasm took control of his body and he soaked her thirsty cunt with his cum. Her vibrant pussy walls gripped his cock in a dozen furious spasms as she came with him and then fell forward onto his chest.
Although Sheila and Brad didn't realize it, Todd and Ellen had been observing them ever since they had gotten to the party.
Now as several couples returned to the living room from a dip in the pool, Ellen walked up to two of the young men in the group. She said something to them and then turned to two of the girls. She spoke to them briefly, too, and pointed in the direction of Sheila, who was still sitting in a chair talking to Paul and several others.
The two couples whom Ellen had spoken to made their way through the throng toward Sheila, while Ellen went in search of Brad.
She found him with his cock still firmly planted within Terri's satisfied cunt.
"How was it?" Ellen asked, tapping Terri on the shoulder. Terri looked up with a dreamy expression.
"I knew you'd cut in sooner or later. It was great! I thought I was going to pass out!"
Terri lifted herself off Brad's cock, and Brad got to his feet.
"He's all yours," Terri said wearily. "I'm out of business for a while."
Ellen led Brad in the direction of the bar. "Having a good time?"
"With guests like Terri, how could I help it?" He put his arm around Ellen and fondled her tit as they strolled over to the bar.
At the other end of the room, the girls that Ellen had spoken to, Trixie and Peg, casually made their way toward Sheila and sat on the arms of her chair. As though by some plan, they began touching her tits and kissing her. Trixie blew into Sheila's ear and flicked at her earlobe with her tongue while Peg played with Sheila's tits, cupping them and squeezing them. About a dozen or so people who weren't busy fucking at the time began watching the scene as Trixie and Peg started to turn Sheila on.
Sheila resisted a little at first, but the heavy aura of sex that permeated every inch of the room and the erotic advances of the two girls were too much for her. Soon Sheila was returning their advances and kissing their tits as the three of them moved to the floor where they could enjoy each other's bodies more easily.
Trixie dragged her moist tongue along the inside of Sheila's thigh and then pressed her lips tightly against Sheila's furry pussy. Sheila responded by pressing her cunt against the girl's face and spreading her thighs.
Peg sucked first on one of Sheila's boobs and then the other, biting gently at the hardened nipples and licking at the smooth skin. Sheila wanted to eat Peg's cunt, but the two girls were too busy working on Sheila to let her work on them, so she just lay back and let them roam over her body.
While Sheila was lying on the floor writhing and moaning under the caresses and kisses of her two girl lovers, Ellen guided Brad toward his wife.
Brad nearly choked on his drink when he looked down at the floor and saw Sheila eagerly offering her body to Trixie and Peg. He was shocked at first, but when he saw that Sheila was obviously enjoying herself, the whole scene began to turn him on. Like the other men watching, he felt his cock starting to get hard.
Trixie had her face planted squarely against Sheila's cunt and was flicking her tongue in as far as it would go. Sheila spread her legs farther apart and squirmed under the lusty onslaught of Trixie's tongue.
Suddenly the two men who had been with Trixie and Peg earlier stepped forward out of the crowd. The girls instantly moved away from Sheila's aroused body, and one of the men knelt between her legs.
Suddenly his hard cock was pressing against the opening to her curd. Sheila looked up, wondering what was happening, and then she saw Brad watching.
A look of surprise came over her face as she realized that Brad was about to watch her get fucked in front of a dozen people. The young man slid his cock into her cunt and fucked her with short, fast thrusts.
Meanwhile, his companion knelt over Sheila's face and offered her his stiff prick to suck. So turned on by the entire scene was Sheila that she didn't hesitate. She took his cock into her mouth at once, and sucked it hungrily.
Brad watched in a state of wanton shock as one of the men fucked his wife while she sucked on the other's cock. Brad hardly noticed when Ellen began jerking his cock back and forth.
Then the two girls, Trixie and Peg, were in front of him, licking at his thighs and kissing his balls. They ran their tongues along his cock simultaneously. Brad glanced at them only briefly and then turned his attention to Sheila again.
The man who was fucking her rammed his cock into her harder and harder while she spread her legs farther apart and welcomed him into her cunt.
Then Brad saw the man's hips jerk more violently and knew that he was spewing his cum into Sheila's cunt. Sheila lunged at him, not yet ready for her own orgasm. Then as the last droplets of cum trickled into her cunt, the man pulled away and his companion jerked his cock from Sheila's lips and took his place.
The second man dipped his prick into Sheila's cunt without hesitation and took up fucking her where the other had left off. Sheila's cunt was boiling at the feel of the second prick inside her, and she threw her legs around him and met his even thrust.
Now Peg and Brad's cock all the way into her mouth while Trixie lapped at the base of his shaft and his balls. Brad felt his cock burn with the growing flames of his orgasm while he watched his wife fuck the second man.
She clung to him as he pumped his prick into her clutching cunt.
By this time everyone in the crowd was engaged in some sort of sucking or fucking as they watched Sheila grind her body against her partner. Everywhere hands gripped cocks and fingers pressed against cunts. Ellen eased herself backward, against a young man who easily slid his slim prick into her tight asshole while the two of them watched Sheila.
Sheila felt her cunt shudder as the hard prick ripped into her body. She watched Trixie and Peg fighting for Brad's cock-kissing it, licking it, like she herself had done so many times.
The sight of Brad being sucked off and the friction of the cock against her tender cunt walls sent dizzying waves of pleasure through her brain, and her cunt erupted in a gigantic orgasm that made her lurch and writhe in ecstasy.
Seconds later Brad shot his stream of cum into Trixie's mouth while he saw Sheila take the last thrusts from the man fucking her cunt.
The man pulled away and Sheila lay there while torrents of jism flowed from her pussy and onto her thighs. Trixie licked her lips as she released Brad's cock from her mouth.
To Brad it seemed like only moments later when on Monday afternoon, he strode into Todd's office for the long-awaited meeting. His secretary ushered him into Todd's private office where he was waiting.
"Brad, how are you! We've got a lot to talk about." Todd was all business now. There was no mention of Saturday night's orgy.
Todd at once launched into a detailed discussion of the deals that Brad had put together for him and how pleased he was with the work Brad had done. Finally, after more than three hours of thorough review of his financial plans, Todd offered Brad the partnership.
"I can't run this damn thing by myself forever. I need a young charger like you to lift the burden off my shoulders. It's a hundred thousand a year with unlimited bonuses. The sky's the limit!"
This was it! This was what Brad had been working for so long. Now he could tell those assholes at the bank to jam it.
It was almost six p.m. by the time Brad got out of Todd's office and called Sheila. She knew instantly by the sound of his voice that he had gotten the partnership. Quickly he told her what had happened, and she bubbled over with happiness.
Sheila hung up the phone and then rolled over in the big bed and began kissing Ellen Harrison's naked tits.
