"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.