Robert Kyle

Swapped wife

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.