SUMMER SWAP 2 // Chapter 18

Byron watched in pale-faced horror as Cheyenne’s best friend guided Cody’s huge cock into Cheyenne’s pussy. The blood had drained from his face, his heartbeat a hollow and distant sound in his emptied head.

But it was magnificent. A magnificent torture that brought to stark, vivid life every fear and worry and insecurity, and beamed million-watt halogen spotlights on it. He was stripped more naked than his wife.

The monumental unveiling of those most vulnerable parts of him in juxtaposition with his wife’s unrivaled pleasure gave him unexpected power. Instead of shame, instead of shrinking from his fear, here Cheyenne had provided him a venue to explore those vulnerabilities, to maybe even mock them. The place they were in right now was a safe one. He was with his wife, who he loved, and he was with friends. And he was witnessing the unadulterated sexual gratification of a lifetime. The worst thing a husband could imagine happened before his very eyes, but it was done with care and camaraderie and, damn it, fun. The cowboy hat, the stupid cowboy talk, the theater of it all. Sully getting in there, acting tough but still showing vulnerability. And surprising Scarlet. It was shocking how quickly Scarlet put her motor in gear and got the show on the road. Cody may be the conductor, but the genuine star of the show was the woman Byron loved. Cheyenne wanted this, but only truly wanted it if her husband watched. In no sense did he think she leveraged humiliation his way. She was an exhibitionist with a particular viewpoint on the kink. It was Chey who liked to be humiliated and evaluated and made into a show for an audience. He was the best audience. He loved the show. He sat with the hardest erection he could muster, his cock trembling and flexing and leaking pre-come like a worn-out faucet. All he could think of was how much he loved her. And this was despite the terrible acts of depravity committed against her at her own will. The wanton pleasure delivered to his wife was an impossible gift they all offered her. Everyone here cared about her. Some of them loved her. Scarlet did, and no one could love Cheyenne the way her husband did. This was all for her, granted by his ability, his strength and resolve to see this through, no matter how difficult it might be for him. He’d never anticipated how much he would love it. Yeah, it tore at his seams, tried to render him in two or three pieces, but through it all, he couldn’t deny his sex drive rocketed up and down and around in circles on the world’s fastest rollercoaster. The thrills came a mile a second. Fucking his wife with a vibrator. The sounds of her orgasm. Teasing her. Using the vibrator and a dildo, a double penetration that made his wife make noises he couldn’t believe, but that rang in his ears like lubricious music.

But now, the grandest of sexual acts began. He almost came in his swim trunks, watching Scarlet hold Cody’s huge penis and rub its nose into Cheyenne’s labia. Poor Sully also looked like a smelling salts candidate. Neither of them could have anticipated how sexual and free-spirited their wives were. Husbands everywhere were the ones feeling guilt over their high horsepower sex drives and maybe none of them had any idea at all the nefarious and salacious scenarios that played out in the minds of the women they married, and how with just the right prompting, those wives would engage in sexual play like a couple of seasoned burlesque pros in Amsterdam’s red-light district.

The sight of Cody’s substantial cock, raised hard and huge and straight, sinking inside Cheyenne’s shimmering pussy curled Byron’s toes, had him leaning further forward. His consciousness had gone hazy and rough-edged, his mouth bone dry, heart hammering, his cock aching and begging for release. Just the movement of the trunks’ liner scraping over his knob-end threatened to set him off like a rocket. His cock was a pleasure beacon, like a lightning rod on a roof demanding it be struck.

Despite that, it was his wife right now exclaiming the sounds of overwhelming sexual pleasure. Chey let loose an airy keening note, one of shock and surprise and feminine desire. Cody’s big cock sinking into her produced the kind of sensual spellbinding she didn’t receive from her husband—a mere mortal. Chey’s cries of ecstasy brought Byron to the brink of orgasm again, his stomach muscles tight as a drum, his hamstrings and calf muscles trembling. He squeezed his thighs together and brought his combined hands together to his mouth, biting his knuckles and fighting this biological urge to loose his seed into his swimwear.

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As Cody’s cock pushed into her best friend’s pussy, Scarlet stroked the pads of her two middle fingers in zig zags over its topside. It wasn’t a smooth entry at first; Cody was very big, and though Cheyenne’s pussy was well-lubricated, it took a moment for him to enter her in a way that wouldn’t give discomfort. Halfway in, Cody stalled and withdrew a few inches, Scarlet’s fingers going slick with Cheyenne’s wet on Cody’s shaft. Chey’s labia clung to Cody’s girth. Then Cody sunk it in Chey again, going deeper. Chey almost howled with otherworldly delight, and she grabbed Scarlet’s thigh, her nails digging in. Scarlet laughed and bit her lip, looking up at Sully. Sully was hypnotized by the sight of Cody skewering Cheyenne’s pussy.

Scarlet spread her two middle fingers, forming a wide V, and ran them down the slippery slopes of Cheyenne’s vulva, stroking the sides of Cody’s shaft where he entered Chey. The feel of Cody and Cheyenne’s connection was wildly erotic, and it supercharged her own racing motor. She’d been iffy on interacting with Cheyenne during any swinging activity and touching parts of Chey’s body that friends didn’t usually touch, but once they’d started, all that stiffness melted out of her. Hell, she’d seen Chey throw up on herself one college hangover morning, at least this was fun. Now she ran her fingers up and down, massaging, pleasuring, then bringing the pads of her fingers up higher, her middle finger seeking out Cheyenne’s clitoris. The bulb was full and engorged, sitting in the nest of her wet folds, and Scarlet worked it over, sending Chey into overdrive, making her friend cry out in frenzied passion. She said to Cody, “I think this little lady likes the big ones.”

Cody chuckled. “She sure is a tight little thing.”

“I think she’ll bring me top dollar,” Scarlet said, finger-patting wet splats on Chey’s clit. “She’s going to make me a lot of money. Mr. Henley will have to build an awning out front of the saloon, stop all the men from fainting in the heat and the sunshine, waiting in a very long line-up for their turn to stick their big peckers in our pretty little slut.”

She’d been wary of using that terrible word, but when she said it, Chey gasped, giving a sign like the terrible insult gave her a pulse of excitement. She continued: “I bet my little slut here could work a twelve-hour shift on her back with her legs up. I bet she could take a hundred cocks a day.”

“I think she likes it. I think she hates she likes it, but look how wet she is,” Cody said.

Scarlet’s hand slipped down to where his cock was moving in and out of her, and was surprised to feel that Chey was even wetter than before.

“She’s gushing,” Scarlet said to Cody.

Hands were on her, startling her, Sully clambering into her space. His hands went to her shoulders, her neck, stroking her all over. His skin was hot, and his cock almost poked her in the chin, its lone eye still seeping his liquid excitement. He was taking her top off, and she went with it, lifting her arms and letting him strip her bare. With Chey’s wet still on her fingers, she clutched her husband’s erection while he kissed her with frantic hunger. At her touch Sully gasped into their kiss and jolted. She’d never seen him so turned on, so crazy for sex. His cock twitched in her grip and he almost collapsed on her, using his weight to pin her on her back on the bed. He loomed over top of her on knees and elbows, cock in her hand and leaking onto her stomach. She didn’t want to stroke it even once, fearing he’d blast off, come back to reality with post-orgasm regret and want to flee the room.

But her husband was stiff and determined and possessed by his male drive for copulation. As his dutiful wife, she had to override his lust and make the grander decision. As he kneed her thighs open, intending to fuck her while Cody fucked Cheyenne on the same bed, she resisted him, making eye contact and trying to beam her thoughts to him through her eyeballs, hope she could cut through his strong sexual intent. Sully rolled his hips back, angling his cock with her pussy, her hand still clutching his throbbing member. When he tried to put it inside her, she made it difficult, dipping her hips back in the bedding, letting his cock go and covering her entrance— And discovered she might be as wet as Cheyenne. She bonked her forehead into Sully’s, eye-locking him, and urged him in gentle whispers, “Slow, slow, baby. Slow for me, okay?”

Sully gritted his teeth, jaw muscles flexing, but began to smile in a way that made her think her husband appreciated her voice of reason.

She whispered, “We’re going to make this last, baby,” and uncovered her sex and cupped his cheek, her palm warm and slick with her own excitement. Sully understood. He didn’t try to take advantage of her unshielded pussy and plunge himself balls-deep. He chuckled and groaned and smirked, rolling his head on his flexing neck, working very hard to be her partner in a night of devious entertainment.

When he squinted and hid his face away as if in torment, she patted his cheek again and made him look at her. “We’re in Chey’s turn right now, baby. It’s not our turn. We’re still playing.” She raised her eyebrows, as if awaiting his acknowledgement. Sully nodded, smiled, lips pursed thin, fighting his own inner male turmoil, but coming around to seeing her way of thinking—and appreciating it.

He kissed her forehead. “I never knew you were so evil,” he whispered near her ear.

She whispered into his in return, “Do you like this?”

He moved his head back to look into her eyes. “I love seeing you in your glory. You’re a fucking wild woman.”

“I didn’t even know,” she said in whispered shock, and they both laughed and giggled. Her arms went around his neck and they kissed for a long moment while the bed rocked with Cody’s thrusts and Chey gasped and cried and wailed right next to them. Chey’s knees were up to her shoulders, her feet rocking loosely as Cody fucked her hard and deep now.

She broke off their kiss, getting back in character, and looking to enjoin her over-eager husband. “Come on,” she said, sly-smiling, luring him into having some malicious fun with her. Sully’s expression showed her he was game.

She got upright on her knees, naked now—and very aware of it, very aware of being so naked in front of Cody, and knowing he would be looking her over while he fucked her friend. There was a nice spike of sexual adrenalin, a renewed sense of naughtiness and abandon. She took Chey’s closest knee and guided it out and down. Chey panted and opened her eyes to wet bewildered slits, wondering what they were all going to do to her helpless little slut body next. She helped Chey fold her leg behind the small of Cody’s back, then waved Sully closer, showing him where he should lie.

She said to Cody now, “Just got myself a new idea—I’m bringing in this gentleman from New York City, was on the stagecoach.”

Cody slowed his thrusts and bit his lower lip. He snatched her knocked-off cowboy hat from where it lay at Chey’s side and plopped it on Scarlet’s head. Their eyes connected for a second and she saw in him a true appreciation and admiration for her dedicated performance. She also saw something else there, too. Desire. Cody wanted his turn with her. He said, “What are you thinking, Miss Scarlet?”

She adjusted her cowboy hat and looked to Cheyenne, practically comatose; her best friend shone with sweat, her beautiful chestnut hair clung to her cheeks and her chest in damp tangles. Her cheeks were red, her eyes lost and hazy. Scarlet said, “We’ll get that line moving a lot quicker if she can take ‘em two at a time.”