SUMMER SWAP 2 // Chapter 13

All four of them huddled inside the bedroom door, the girls back in their bikinis, the guys back in their swim trunks. Just four people who were going to go to the hot tub, nothing to see here. Byron held his hand on the door with his shoulder braced against it. Sully said, “Just open it, Byron.”

Byron said, “It hasn’t been five minutes.”

“Jesus, it’s been like four and a half minutes already.”

In a rushed hoarse whisper, Byron spat back, “Four and a half minutes isn’t five minutes, Sully.”

Cheyenne shushed them all.

Byron slowly pulled the lever, opened the door a crack, and slipped just his head outside. Sully asked him what he saw. Byron pulled his head back in and closed the door again. “All clear.”

Cheyenne said, “It’s been five minutes, Byron. I think we should go.”

“All right, already,” Byron said, opening the door and then slipping his head back out into the hall. Cheyenne loomed close to him, up on her tiptoes, two hands cupped over his shoulder. Byron’s wife was eager to dart across the hall.

Sully looked at Scarlet, showing her a perplexed expression. The evening wasn’t going at all like how he thought it would. Cheyenne had done an incredible job. It was all turning out so good—for a little while. It was wild to feel his wife’s friend’s mouth on him. Even with his eyes closed, he could tell it wasn’t Scarlet. Cheyenne did different things. Her mouth felt different. Her tongue felt different. She concentrated on different parts of his dick. The way her head moved… Everything. It had all been going so well. Scarlet shrugged, and nodded her head for them to go. Byron opened the door wider and slowly stepped out. Cheyenne waited and Sully heard Byron urging her to follow.

Sully said, “I don’t know what’s with all the cloak and dagger—” Scarlet shushed him. They stepped out into the cool hallway that connected all the bedroom suites.

Only Arlo and Lily didn’t know what was happening. And Arlo and Lily were upstairs. Who were they going to run into? But he guessed Cheyenne did have her privacy. Her dignity.

So he ended up practically tiptoeing along behind Cheyenne, putting a hand out behind him to get Scarlet’s. He even hugged the wall like the rest of them—four burglars planning a heist—but all they were really doing was stepping across to visit Cody and Carla’s bedroom.

Byron led the way—Byron had all the experience of visiting bedrooms in sneaky darkness—and then waited at the door, waving for them to hurry up. Their ringleader. Byron tested the handle and found it was unlocked. He levered the door open and poked his head inside. He waved them again, whispering, “All clear.”

All four of them gathered in the Weber’s master suite. The room was bigger than theirs. And he marveled at it for a moment, rolling his eyes around and taking it all in. Bigger bed, bigger space, even had a sliding glass door that led out to a balcony at the side of the yacht. There was a couch and a sitting table and two doorways that led into a big private bathroom. Cody and Carla didn’t have to get up in the middle of the night and get decent so they could go down the hallway to the shared bathroom. Of course, if Sully had his own private bathroom, none of this wild debauchery would’ve been discovered. And besides, he suspected that though they’d all chipped in for the vacation, it was Cody’s connection that got them the yacht, and he also thought that Cody and Carla had paid a bigger share.

Scarlet squeezed his elbow, and he turned to look at her. He said, “It’s a nice room, huh?”

“What are you, jealous?”

He whispered, “Aren’t you?”

“About the room?”

“What else?”

Scarlet’s mouth twisted to one side and dimpled at the corner as she studied him with a furrowed brow.

He said, “I’m not jealous.”

She said, “I’m not jealous either.”

“About the room?”

Scarlet narrowed her eyes. “About anything.”

“You sure?”

Scarlet’s expression softened, and she got really close to him. She whispered in his ear, “It turned me on. You looked so fucking hot.”

She lowered to her heels and turned to look around the room, leaving him in the wake of one of the most salacious things his wife had ever said to him. She’d left him reeling. It was exciting and complementary and he felt like a million bucks. He couldn’t help smiling, beaming at the back of her head. He took her by the elbow and brought her back and kissed her on the mouth. Scarlet melted against him, her hands exploring.

He said, “I’m nowhere near as hot as you are.”

She returned to her same old masterful Scarlet, saying, “Don’t you forget it,” and patting his cheek, giving him a confident smile.

He held her hand, and said to Byron, “What are we supposed to do?”

Cody and Carla weren’t in the room, but someone was in the bathroom. There were no doors to the bathroom. It was open on both sides with two archways, and steam billowed and the shower ran. Just as he’d said it, the shower turned off. Then Cody’s voice: “You guys there?”

Cheyenne bristled, twisting her hands together and wriggling her toes. Byron stepped near the doorway and said, “We’re here.”

Cody said, “Get comfortable. I’ll be right out.”

Byron gave them a thumbs up and returned to the group. Sully noticed Byron was still packing a 100% hard-on in his swim trunks. He couldn’t believe Byron was actually going to do this. He couldn’t believe Cheyenne was going to do it. But he’d seen how it was with her with his own eyes. She liked to be watched. She liked sucking his cock while he watched her, and he thought she also liked it knowing Scarlet and her own husband watched. If only that thing had worked out—it had been going so well. But he wasn’t the best performer under pressure. He’d known it could happen and couldn’t believe it when it did. Scarlet watching him. Scarlet and Byron laughing. What the hell were they laughing about? What could be so fucking funny? It bugged the shit out of him, and the more he tried to not think about it, the more he thought about it. And that was the end of that. His erection had faded.

Byron got close to Cheyenne, and Sully and Scarlet watched as Byron kissed her lovingly, tenderly, doing it for real. He was soft and caring and loving, his hands barely touching her. Cheyenne had gone tight with anxiousness, but when Byron kissed her, she softened, her shoulders lowered, and her breaths returned. He cupped both her cheeks and looked into her eyes. “I love you, Chey,” he said.

“I love you, too,” Cheyenne said to him, her voice almost a squeak—tightened by emotion. It was touching, and Sully had no idea how something like that could be touching. Byron was going to watch her with Cody, and this was how they talk to each other? It was fucking wild. It was so fucking wild his erection had returned. If Cody didn’t get out here soon, he would be the one stepping in.

Then Cody’s voice: “That you, Ms. Susan?”

Sully looked to Scarlet with a puzzled expression, mouthing, What the fuck?

Scarlet got close to him and whispered, “Cheyenne is Susan.”

He didn’t ask any more questions. Whatever. He said back to Scarlett, “Are we supposed to be here?”

“She said to come.”

“Was she being polite?”

“No, she wants us here.”

“You’re sure?”

“I’m sure. Where do you want to sit?”

He said, “You’re going to stay?”

“What, you’re going to stay and I’m not going to stay?”

“That’s not what I mean. I just mean…”

“Let’s take a seat on the couch,” she said.

He narrowed his eyes, but let it go. “Okay,” he said, and still holding hands, they stepped to the side of the room and sat on the couch.

Byron guided Cheyenne to sit on the bed. He moved to the side table and took a chair there, across from Scarlet and Sully. Sully looked at the bed. So that was Carla’s bed. So that was where Byron was lucky enough to have sex with Carla. Byron put his pecker between those perfect breasts. He wondered if Byron came in her face. God, and now this boner was aching.

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Scarlet’s eyes darted from Cheyenne to a figure emerging in the steamy bathroom doorway. At first she giggled, then covered her mouth. There sure was a lot of laughing on her part tonight. All of this was fun, all of it seemed light and enjoyable. Like now: the reason she laughed. It was Cody in the doorway, like some male superstar from a movie in the 80s. The steamy backlit bathroom behind him, he’d come from the shower wearing only a towel. A white towel tied at his waist. His body gleamed, hot shower water trickling down the ridged muscles of his perfect male body. He had glistening abs, thick pecs, bulging shoulders—all wet-shining with bright white light zipping across the curved edges. Under the towel was a rod that ran from his crotch all the way to the outer edge of his leg, just below his hipbone. If that was his cock, she would have to see it to believe it. But none of that was what was funny. What was funny was the straw cowboy hat he wore, one of those with a bowed profile like you might see at a rodeo, the brim curled and coming to a point. She laughed into her hand, but at the same time all the comedy was extinguished by the sheer audacious sexuality. She’d never seen such prominent male sexuality. How would she ever watch Magic Mike again? It would have no effect.

“Holy shit,” she sighed, looking at Sully, meaning it more as a representation of her attitude toward the ridiculous spectacle she was witnessing. But of course, Sully looked wounded, thinking his wife meant the enormous bulge under the towel. Though she thought that was a spectacle all on its own, that’s not what she meant. She cuddled next to him and whispered in his ear, “Can you believe this?”

Sully softened, easing back into the couch seat with her and putting an arm around her shoulders. “I feel like we shouldn’t be here.”

“We’re definitely not leaving,” she said, and laughed into Sully’s chest.