SUMMER SWAP 2 // Chapter 15

It wasn’t a joke. It wasn’t a pepper mill. No prank at all. It was just the vision of pure female fantasy: Cody with his jacked up masculine body, naked now except for the cowboy hat. The cowboy had didn’t even look comical anymore. Not when he was naked, and Cheyenne had her mouth wrapped around his giant cock.

A not particularly unwelcome but uncomfortable feeling wormed through Sully. The right thing to do at this moment was to take Scarlet and lead her back to their room. A man should not let his wife witness such debauchery. And, more specifically, a man shouldn’t let his wife witness the sexual prowess and endowment of a guy like Cody Weber. Yet, something kept Sully glued to the spot. As uncomfortable as the feeling was, his Scarlet was curled right up against him with her hand down his swim trunks and stroking his erection. She had pushed out the waistband just above his balls and he couldn’t stop pulsing pre-come. She stroked him with it, and it still kept flowing. It was exhibitionism in his own right. Even though he’d already been semi-intimate with Cheyenne, this was a new, ingratiating scene. Cody would be able to see his dick, and Scarlet’s hand on it. Cheyenne could see it, too, if she could pull her attention away from the Greek God in front of her, finally stop sucking that thing. And Byron could see it as well. That was a weird aspect. Byron’s wife was with Cody. And Byron watched all alone. But he didn’t think of Byron or Byron’s feelings, only how wild and strangely powerful it made him feel. Which was a feeling he didn’t want to have over his buddy Byron, yet, it was like Byron was offering up this feeling to him. So he wasn’t fighting it. He hoped Byron—if Byron could take his eyes away from his own wife sucking another man’s magnificent erect penis—would look over and see Sully’s own masculine prowess, see Scarlet huddled against him, biting his chest and pleasuring his cock while she watched Cheyenne with Cheyenne’s fantasy cowboy. He shuddered, and that must have made Scarlet think he was going to come. She slowed, eased her mouth near his ear. “Let’s make this last,” she whispered.

“Yeah,” he said, putting his hand over hers, both of them gripping his cock. He could feel his pulse pounding up his meaty shaft under his wife’s grip. His breaths were deep—as deep as Scarlet’s.

Cody’s hands rode along with the motion of Cheyenne’s head, cupped on her glossy hair, and around her delicate skull. And he seemed now to slow her movements. He eased his hips back and raised her face to look up. His big, turgid cock plopped from her mouth and rested on her cheek, shining with her spit. Cheyenne waited to see what he would say.

“Let’s not be selfish now, it’s not just you and me. There are others to consider.”

Cheyenne nodded in slow wags, Cody’s wet cock head going up and down from her cheekbone to the corner of her mouth. She put a hand on it and stroked it. “Now listen,” he said, “I’m not one to gripe”—he lifted his hands from her head and showed her his palms—“but I been out on the trail a while, and I got no gloves. Palms are all well-burned.”

Cheyenne’s eyes moved from palm to palm. There were no marks at all. He said, “There’s so much I want to do, I want to take my time, preserve my hands. Wouldn’t mind a little help. You wouldn’t think less of me as a man if I wanted some assistance?”

Cheyenne didn’t answer, her eyes flitting on his face, unsure but listening.

Cody looked their way, and Sully thrust his hips forward, pushing his rock hard erection through Scarlet’s grip.

Cody said to Cheyenne, “Your friend there, what’s her name—Miss Scarlet?”

Scarlet twitched next to Sully, her body stiffening.

Cody said, “Scarlet, maybe you could come on over, sit with your friend here for a minute.” Then Cody looked to Sully, addressing the woman’s husband. Cody showed his palms again, completely unmarked, and said, “Don’t worry none, just need a little of your woman’s handiwork is all.”

Sully glanced down at his wife’s face, and Scarlett looked back at him saucer-eyed. He’d been holding his breath this whole time. He shrugged, knowing he should say no, and yet he said, “Yeah, okay, go on, baby, help him out.”

* * *

Even though she shouldn’t, Scarlet let go of her husband’s hand, eased off the seat from next to him and stood up, adjusting her clothes. And she couldn’t help but notice her posture changing, her shoulders going back, thrusting forward her chest, standing tall and sexy and wanting to look her best.

Cody was naked right in front of her, her husband behind her. Everything about how she thought this might go was crumbling away, new doorways opening left and right, opportunities popping up that she had never thought she would see. She wasn’t even sure if she wanted to take them. But her body’s response was undeniably positive. Everything in her jumped and jazzed with high-voltage electric life. She padded toward Cody and Cheyenne, hands behind her, fingertips tucking underneath the swoop-curve of her bikini bottoms, getting her cheeks sitting in them right, coming to stand at the bedside.

Cody looked her up and down, then over to Cheyenne, saying, “You sure you two ain’t sisters?”

Cheyenne shook her head no, Cody’s long, thick penis still in her hand.

“All right, Miss Scarlet, maybe you could take a seat next to Miss Susan here, scoot a little behind her, like.”

When she pivoted to sit next to Cheyenne, Cody said, “No, not this side. Why don’t you come on around me, sit on her other side. Make sure you can see your fella over there.”

Cody was some kind of sexual chess master, arranging the board in the ways he wanted. He’d done it to Cheyenne the other night, and when Cheyenne had related the story to her, Scarlet couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t believe that Cheyenne—though she was at times naïve—would be subdued by such obvious charm. But here she was, Scarlet, playing along right into Cody’s hands. But then again, she wasn’t going to do anything she didn’t want to do. So was she playing into Cody’s hands, or was Cody drawing from her what she already wanted drawn, taking responsibility for her own badness, bearing that burden and putting up cushions so Scarlet could enjoy what was offered yet be blameless? It was crazy to think. Crazy to think she could be arranged in this way by someone else. She’d always thought of herself as strong, as independent. Very headstrong, outspoken. Some would say a ball buster. But not now. Not in this room. Somehow Cody—and, yes, Carla, too—pulled strings in a way that had even Scarlet’s brassy confidence tarnished. What she felt now was hubris. And she was surrendering to it willfully. Blameless was all she could think, and with that, she cast a look over her shoulder to see Sully with this cock out, not stroking but just gripping it, hard as a rock. For her. Not for anyone else but her.

As she walked around Cody she let her eyes drop to look at his bare ass; round humps of tight flesh. The urge to put her body against his back and cup both cheeks in her palms was strong. By the time she got around to sit on the foot of the bed next to Cheyenne, her cheeks were burning. The two girls—two successful sorority sisters—looking up at their friend’s gorgeous husband watching them under the brim of his cowboy hat.

Cody smiled at them both, all masculine confidence. He said, “Scoot a bit back, hon.”

Scarlet complied without saying anything, putting her weight on her hands, shifting behind Cheyenne, her feet off the floor and the back of her calves on the lip of the mattress. She snuggled her face under Cheyenne’s hair, looking out at Cody so Sully couldn’t see where she looked. Cody’s big penis was perfect. Even up close, the thing was a work of art. She’d always been a fan of dick, but this one had to be the most attractive she’d seen. The grayish color of his cock head was even, the inset at his urethra shallow and the cloven underside flare smooth and flawless.

Cheyenne shivered, and Scarlet bit her lower lip and eased back, looking over to Sully now to see what he thought so far. Sully’s eyes were glued to her. She grimaced and widened her eyes, shrugged a shoulder like, What’s going to happen?

Sully only stared back, somber, but eager and lustful too.

Cody showed Scarlet his palms up close now, saying, “Trying to save my hands. Maybe you’d help this cowboy out?”

“Sure,” she said, wondering what he intended.

Sully wouldn’t like it if she touched Cody, and she wasn’t sure she would like it if he wanted her to touch Cheyenne.

But wait—not sure? Maybe?

Yeah, the truth was maybe. Under the right circumstances. Then it hit her: All the maneuvering was clear, her own sometimes masterful mind seeing a few moves ahead, and again admiring Cody’s strategy. It made her smile.

Cody said, “Look at that smile. And you say you two ain’t sisters? Both a you smile for me.”

Scarlet couldn’t see Cheyenne’s face, but could tell by Cody’s reaction that she had also smiled. Two girls smiling before a naked man, cocking their heads and playing coquettes. This kind of thing was never going to happen when it was just the four of them in the room. Every orchestra needed a conductor.

But now Cody said, “Would you untie Miss Susan’s top for me.”

She tried not to laugh, a whole new uncomfortable humor working through her. It wasn’t Byron-related this time—she could look over at Byron if she wanted to and not burst out into laughing—but just the same an awkwardness that inflated inside her, almost bursting her seams.

“I could do that,” she said, positive and helpful, then shook her head and wondered why she’d used a Texas drawl.

She plucked a dangling bikini tie hanging down Cheyenne’s narrow back. As she pulled the not free, she couldn’t help a funny feeling again. She’d untied the knot before—did it for her husband and for Byron—but she’d been in charge then, and she wasn’t in charge now. There was a strange, dark sexuality twisting at her. The same act repeated only about twenty minutes later and suddenly assuming grander, wilder proportion. Now she saw Cheyenne as a sexual being, not as a fun co-conspirator.

As her knuckles grazed Cheyenne’s hot, tanned skin, she couldn’t help a funny roller-coaster upheaval, low in her tummy. And something else: a strong and stark feminine knowledge swelling up inside, a power, knowing tate Cody provoked from her a behavior that controlled men. She and Cheyenne working together could control almost any dick in the world the way they were acting. Only, Cody rose above that. Rose above it and lured their power closer to the surface. Was she crazy, or was Cody giving power to them? It was a crazy thing to think. There were power plays every day, and she usually saw herself as an outsider to them all. And yet, she wasn’t. She was a player after all. She had her part to play in this crazy drama.

She untied and flung away the loose ties, tossing them forward over Cheyenne’s naked shoulders. The bikini cups fell forward, and Cody smiled again. “She sure is a pretty one, isn’t she?”

Scarlet nodded, even eased forward a little and peeked over Cheyenne’s shoulder. Cheyenne had a generous bosom, pert, and sloping outward. Her nipples were hard.

That crazy swirling feeling whirled below Scarlet’s belly again.

Cody said, “How much would you get for her at your brothel?”

Charlotte chuckled and raised her eyebrows, looking up to Cody, seeing a fun and devious sparkle in his bright turquoise eyes. She bit her lip and said, “Top dollar for this one. I could set all my working ladies loose, use this one up, put myself in one of those mansions all the way out in Manhattan.”

Cody loved it. Loved having her drawn in, and love seeing her playing along so well. She leaned forward, and kissed the back of Cheyenne’s shoulder, smiling at Cody through narrowed eyes. Cody said, “You know what gets top dollar?”

She said, “What’s that?”

Cody said, “You know what men like.”

“Sure do,” she said, assuming a Texas drawl again, picturing herself like one of those madams in an old western, lots of makeup and a velvet gown with a balcony bustier.

Cody raised one mischievous eyebrow. “So, then why don’t we find out.”

“All right,” Scarlet said, smiling wider.

Cody said, “Slip your pretty hand down the front of Miss Susan’s panties, tell me, how wet is her sweet little pussy.”