SUMMER SWAP 2 // Chapter 12

Byron faced her, and Scarlet went to him. She kissed his chest, kind of liking how Byron wasn’t as hairy as Sully—but then wondered what she made of Philippe. Philippe was hairy like a jungle animal. But somehow it worked on Philippe.

She stroked Byron’s smooth chest, squeezed his shoulders, let her nails run down his torso. He had a good body. Not as muscular as Sully, but slender and boyish and smooth-skinned. Next, she did the same thing Cheyenne did with Sully. Kissing Byron’s chest, kissing lower. When her hand came up between Byron’s legs and touched his balls he jolted like she’d electrocuted him. She snuffled laughter against his tight stomach and then bit the flesh around his navel. Byron’s hand cupped the back of her head, his nails parting the hair and scratching at her scalp. It tightened her nipples.

Her kisses worked closer to the throbbing iron rod between Byron’s legs. He was smaller than Sully, shorter and thinner, and her mouth went over it and sunk right to the base in a long, slow gulp. Byron’s whole body trembled and shook. She slowly drew her lips up to the point of his erection and then kissed it. She kissed his chest again, his collar, then whispered in his ear, “I really do like it.”

They both chuckled and shared a moment where they tried to hide their laughter from their spouses so they wouldn’t get in trouble again.

But then the weirdness settled in and a sudden regret came over her for putting Chey’s husband’s penis in her mouth. She’d been at their wedding; had been in the bridal party. She wasn’t attracted to Byron, not in this way. Though he was good-looking and funny, he didn’t belong to her, he belonged to Cheyenne.

When their eyes met, she could see in Byron’s expression an equal discomfort. Here he was looking at his wife’s college friend, naked except for bikini bottoms. It made her more uncomfortable. It was easier when she thought of Byron as an eager male participant—as evidenced by his completely upright and fully hard member—a brainless male entity turgid with simple lust. But Byron wasn’t simple. He was smart, and he loved Cheyenne. And in a way, while what they were doing was fun, it wasn’t exactly the path any of them wanted to be on.

Her eyes drifted to the right, at Sully on his knees sitting on his heels, his arms planted out behind him. His back was arched, showing off some stomach muscle, her husband disproving her point: apparently Sully and Chey had no similar qualms. The veins stood out like cables from Sully’s shoulders down to his wrists. Cheyenne was making him crazy. Instead of it provoking that jealous spike again, Scarlet was aroused. They looked good together. Even Cheyenne looked good, hunched over the way she was. Not necessarily an attractive position for your average person, Cheyenne was all long girl limbs, rib cage pressing against her skin as she breathed through her nose, her mouth fully stuffed with Sully’s meaty cock.

The sight aroused her further, and she got to her knees as Byron did, the two of them clashing chests together, running hands over each other’s bodies and kissing necks and shoulders. This was more like it. She grabbed Byron’s cock and stroked it, squashed between their bodies, her hand going up and down in clumsy but urgent strokes. He went slippery. He was into it. It was uncomfortable and awkward, but what would she expect?

She whispered, “Yeah?”

“Oh yeah,” Byron muttered.

His response made her think of the way he’d jibed Sully and made her break out with laughter. Byron must’ve sensed it too, because he tried to remove humor from the moment, getting dominant with her. He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her back, getting her to lay down on the bed, over top of her now on hands and knees and Suckling on her nipples. She breathed heavy, her hands going through his thick hair, smelling shampoo. Meanwhile, in her periphery, Cheyenne’s head bobbed on her husband’s cock. It was hot. It was weird but hot. She liked it.

She shifted side to side so she could straighten her legs and lay out flat. Byron teased at her nipples, plucking them, doing it gently with his teeth. He brought them to pulse-pounding buds that ached with pleasure. She got on her elbows, watching as Byron kissed lower—but when his kisses touched her navel, she collapsed back on the bed, looking up at the ceiling. Byron began to kiss at her hipbone, in the seam where thigh met hip. His tongue swiped along that crease, from hipbone to crotch. She tightened and stiffened, her both hands running fingers through her hair.

When Byron’s tongue began to sweep across the hot flesh between her thighs she accidentally giggled. She held her breath, clapped both hands over her mouth and nose, trying not to think about it. But fucking Byron was also chuckling. Chuckling right against her pussy, but trying not to do it. She squirmed, pushed her wetness to his mouth. His tongue teased along her opening—not her husband’s tongue!—and she brought her hands up to cover her mouth again. Byron snorted. She giggled. She brought her knees up, tried running her hands over Byron’s head again, guiding his mouth between her legs. But when he kissed her right in that magic spot again, she snorted, and clapped her thighs around Byron’s ears. She covered her mouth. Byron snorted too. A big blubbery laughing snort from his wet lips that sent a wild shiver of excitement from her pussy, going off like white fireworks behind her eyes. She guffawed and bucked, squeezed Byron’s head between her legs and scratched fingernails on his scalp. But then the laughter came again, and she bit her forearm. Byron laughed too, then bit the inside of her thigh, and she yelped.

Cheyenne was pissed. “What are you guys doing?”

“Sorry,” she said through laughter. “Sorry.” She made up a lame excuse: “It tickles.”

Sully palm-walked more upright, shooting her a dirty look. “Are you okay?”

She said, “Yeah,” showing a mean face. “Are you okay?”

Then Sully looked guilty for enjoying Chey’s blow-job and tried to look apologetic. She laughed again, and covered her mouth.

Chey said, “What’s so funny?”

Scarlet looked at Byron. His mouth was all wet from between her thighs and it made her laugh harder. Byron laughed too, and wiped his face on her stomach. They were the only ones laughing. The only ones who thought this was funny.

When Byron set up, his face was reddened. He wiped his cheeks, and brushed hands over his hair. He looked good, and she would like to get down with him, but there was just something so weird about the whole thing that made it explosively funny. She couldn’t even put her finger on it.

Now she saw something else that wanted to make her laugh. Sully’s full arousal had gone to about three-quarters. Instead of a full and angry erection, he had an enlarged but floppy hard-on. Cheyenne stroked it, trying to bring it to life. Scarlet felt guilty and showed a grimace like apology—tossing a wondering look to Cheyenne like Am I ruining this?

But she didn’t want to leave Cheyenne and Sully together. Not because it was her husband, but because the whole point of this was for Cheyenne to be watched. Though, truly, Cheyenne wanted Byron to watch her with Cody.

She looked at Byron, and saw that he was also worried that they were the two people ruining this thing. She said to him, “Where are the condoms?”

He shrugged and look to Chey. Chey’s head was bobbing on Sully’s erection again. He said, “Chey, condoms?”

“Right,” she said, pulling her head away and wiping her mouth. Sully’s cock, still large and inflated but not quite erect, fell to rest against his leg. Cheyenne worked her body backward, laying down and twisting to pull open their bedside drawer.

Scarlet laughed, saying, “You snuck in here and hid them already?”

“I wouldn’t be carrying my purse,” Cheyenne said, sitting crosslegged now in just her bikini bottoms, nipples hard, her nails plucking a condom packet off the roll.

Byron said, “She’s really into this.”

Scarlet looked at him, worried that it was a lamentation rather than excitement. But Byron who was into it. He nodded when he saw her looking his way. He was into it, but it scared him. What a fucking trooper. Willing to endure something that may or may not please him just because his wife wanted it so bad. Carla was nowhere to be seen and Byron was still engaged. Byron was doing this for Chey.

Cheyenne passed Scarlet a condom, Scarlet tore the packet open and pulled out the greasy rubber. Cheyenne kept hers intact, seeing Sully wasn’t ready yet.

Sully was into this but she knew her husband’s demeanor. He was disgruntled. And she knew how it was going in his head. He wasn’t hard, and he was looking to blame everyone else. Not wanting his masculinity offended. She would take the blame.

So she rose, walked on knees and hands to him and kissed his chest. Sully softened, and she ran her palm in a circle over his stomach. She gripped the base of his cock between thumb and first finger, and squeezed, plumping as much juice into it as she could. She waggled it toward Cheyenne, showing her sorority sister what they would do. If two girls on Sully couldn’t get him hard, good luck blaming her. She smiled at him.

“You’re so fucking hot,” he said, his eyes a little lost in hers, disbelieving they were doing this together. She liked the way he looked at her, and it made her feel connected to him again.

“It’s you who’s fucking hot,” she said, and stroked a hand through his hair.

Cheyenne got between his legs again, curled two fingers on the middle of his cock—their hands touched and sent a weird electric pulse that raced her heart. This must be be Sully’s dream.

Chey put his thickening cock head past her lips again and began to suck. Scarlet kissed her husband’s neck and then his mouth. Sully groaned, and his hands went to her, but she drifted away from him, smiling, their eyes staying connected as she returned to Byron. She sat back like Byron did, the two of them willing but inactive participants for some reason. He’d put the condom on though.

When she looked at his face that urge to laugh returned. Byron’s urge returned too, because he shot her a warning stare. She said, “You’re doing it,” and he whispered back, “You’re doing it.”

She batted his thigh with the back of her hand. “Do not make me laugh, Byron.”

Byron snickered and she elbowed him, then got close, enjoying being with him. Just being naked and friendly was fun. Byron was a decent guy, a good husband to Chey. Her hand went between his legs and stroked him with the condom on. His hand went between her thighs. Cheyenne got Sully hard again, scooted back and looked for the condom. “Where did it go?”

“You just had it,” Scarlet said.

“Where is it?” Cheyenne’s voice was high and thin as she looked around, patting her hands on the bedding.

Byron said, “Check your pockets,” and Scarlet snorted again and then elbowed him to make sure Cheyenne saw she was just as mad as she was.

Cheyenne said, “Shit,” leaning over the side of the bed. “There it is.” She leaned over to retrieve it and Byron shot forward and slapped her bikini bottom ass. Sully chuckled.

Scarlett said, “By-ron,” in a chastising tone and pulled him back by the arm.

“I can’t help it,” he said, returning to sit next to her. Byron’s cock was at 100%, needle-north, 12 o’clock. Sully’s had faded again, sagging to rest against his leg. Dammit, her husband looked so fucking good. If Cheyenne couldn’t get this thing going, maybe they would just have married couple sex in the same room. She wanted to jump her husband’s bones right now.

Cheyenne sat up, ready to tear the packet open, but saw that Sully had faded again. Sully didn’t like her looking at his dick with disappointment, grabbed it and squeezed it. He said in a defensive tone, “What?”

“Nothing,” Cheyenne said, shoulders slumping.

Byron said, “Keep going.”

Chey wiped at her forehead—her motor was still running, the other three of them were sputtering. No, not true. Byron was still eager to go. But at this point, about the only thing left besides same-couple sex was for all three of them to watch Cheyenne masturbate. Cheyenne was probably into that, but good luck bringing it up. Scarlet said, “Let’s take a breath.”

Cheyenne ran fingers through her hair, irritated. She said, “You guys…” And let it hang.

It bothered Scarlet, and she said, “Us guys what, Chey?”

“Nothing,” Cheyenne said.

Byron said, “We’re doing it wrong? We’re supposed to watch and we’re doing it wrong?”

“That’s not what I’m saying,” Chey said, eyes down and disappointed.

Byron sat up, still stroking his dick. He got close to Cheyenne, and embraced her. “We’ll figure it out,” he said. “Don’t pout. This is fun. We’ll get the hang of it.”

“You guys were laughing.”

Byron held Cheyenne back so he could see her face and told her honestly: “Scarlet and I were having a good time. We weren’t laughing at you guys, we were just laughing. We were having fun, I swear. I swear we’re having fun, Chey, okay?”

Cheyenne wasn’t convinced, and sniffled. Scarlet got it. It was starting to all weigh on Cheyenne’s shoulders. She was the star of the show, and while she wanted to be watched, she also hated being star of the show. Byron sat back, his face level with Cheyenne’s bare breasts. He leaned forward and kissed her stomach. He said, “Where’s your phone?”

“Why?”

“Give me your phone.” Byron calmly held out his hand.

Cheyenne sidestepped off the bed, crouched and picked up her phone from where it lay on the floor. She passed it to Byron and he said, “Okay if I open it?”

Cheyenne looked insulted. “I don’t have any secrets, Byron. You can go through all my stuff.”

“I’m being polite,” he said, leaned forward and kissed her collar. She sat down and hugged him.

Scarlet looked to Sully, despondent. Who was he going to call?

Byron eased Cheyenne back and showed her phone screen to her face. Her phone opened and Byron lay back on the bed, drawing his knees up, the top of his head on a pillow and looking at the ceiling. Scarlet could hear the phone ringing and then a voice answered.

Byron said, “Hey, how you doing? . . . Good, good . . . No, we’re good . . . You know, I was wondering . . . Yeah, what I was wondering was are you still doing dishes? . . . Uh-huh. How long you going to be? . . . I don’t know. What kind of— Yeah, kind of, that’s why . . . Yeah? You sure? . . . No, I know, of course . . . I’m not being silly . . . Okay, okay. Five minutes . . . All right, we’ll see you in five.”

Byron hung up, passed the phone back to Cheyenne, and said, “That was Cody. You’re on in five.”