SUMMER SWAP 2 // Chapter 11

All four of them gathered on the bed now, walking on their knees and regarding each other warily. Both Sully and Byron cupped their balls in their palms and hid their erections behind the underside of their forearms. Byron’s eyes were on Scarlet’s chest, and Sully’s eyes were on Cheyenne’s. At the center of the bed, they sat on their haunches and Cheyenne said, “Is the bed going to support all of us?”

“It’ll support us,” Sully said. He gave a wry look at Scarlet, implying the vigorous session they’d had earlier today.

Cheyenne reached a hand out towards Sully, and Scarlet held her wrist and guided Cheyenne’s hand back to her lap. The two men were naked, the two wives topless and wearing bikini bottoms. The room seemed strangely quiet now. Scarlet said, “Don’t you think we need rules first?”

Cheyenne blushed and said, “Yes, we do,” her voice rushed and making up for her admonishment. Cheyenne was eager to do this—eager to get it done so she could move on to the next stage. Being with Cody.

Scarlet said, “Well, what are they?”

Byron looked toward Cheyenne and said, “Condoms.”

All of them agreed that they all needed condoms. Then Byron hung his head. “We ran out of condoms.”

Cheyenne looked sheepish, but then said to him, “I got more.”

Byron’s head came up again. “You got more? When? How?”

“Cody got me some.”

Byron said, “For him or for me?”

Cheyenne noticed Byron’s grim expression. She shrugged, saying, “He just bought assorted condoms.”

“Did you tell him we wanted to do this?”

Cheyenne shook her head, and Sully said to Byron, “Easy, buddy.”

Byron said, “I just want to know how she got condoms from Cody and I’m only hearing about it now.”

“I didn’t ask him for the condoms, Byron,” Chey said, defensive. “He went to shore today, and he came back with condoms. He just gave me some. It was no big deal.”

“Okay,” Byron said, surrendering. “It sounded suspect.”

Sully said, “Bro,” his eyes still on Cheyenne’s chest.

Scarlet said, “How about you, tiger—what are your rules?”

Sully said, “Beyond condoms, what rules are there?”

Scarlet stared at him for a moment with a scolding expression, like her husband wasn’t taking this seriously. She said, “How about Cheyenne puts a dildo up your butt? Are you okay with that?”

Sully rolled his eyes. “I don’t think so.”

Now Scarlet smiled wide enough to show her teeth and almost giggled. “Seriously?”

“No,” he said, “I don’t want that.”

“If you want that, Sully . . .”

Sully said, “I don’t want that.”

Scarlet said, “So that’s your rule?”

“How about asking for permission before you do anything like that?”

Byron said, “That doesn’t sound very sexy.”

Scarlet said, “Are you just going to have your way with me?”

Byron’s eyes darted to her, and he stuttered, “Oh n-no, I don’t mean... I just mean it’s, it’s—”

“Relax,” she said. “How about kissing? Are we okay with kissing, Sully?”

Sully said, “I don’t want Byron kissing me.”

Scarlet huffed with exasperation. “If you don’t want to take this seriously—”

“I am taking it seriously. You’re the one who just said something about putting a dildo—uh, well, where the sun doesn’t shine.”

“Okay, okay,” Scarlet said, squeezing the bridge of her nose. “This is weird.”

“Let’s keep going,” Cheyenne urged. Byron nodded.

Scarlet blinked away the stress and looked to Chey. “Kissing, Cheyenne?”

Cheyenne thought about it and Scarlet was glad to see somebody doing the right thing. Chey said, “I don’t think so. No offense, Sully.”

“None taken. No kissing, wear a condom... Anything else? How about you, Byron?”

“I think we’ll learn as we go along. We know each other pretty well.”

“We’re about to know each other a lot better,” Sully muttered.

Scarlet shot Sully another scolding look, but it had the opposite effect: Byron started laughing. Sully joined in, and then Cheyenne did, too. Cheyenne grabbed Scarlet’s arm and said, “It’s going to be okay, Scarlet.”

“Am I being too bossy?”

“Tensions are high,” Cheyenne said, still holding her hand.

Scarlet saw both guys looking at the two topless wives holding hands, and she let Cheyenne’s go. They both returned their hands to their laps. She said, “Who’s going to go first?”

Byron said, “I think Cheyenne should go first.”

“Really?” Cheyenne’s eyebrows raised.

“I think we have more experience. I think you might be more… Confident.”

Cheyenne and Sully looked to each other, the light dim, the room too quiet. All of them sat on their haunches with knees pointing toward the center. Cheyenne rose and Sully did as well, letting his hands fall to his sides and his full-size erection now fell down from the protection of his forearm and bobbed, pointing towards Cheyenne’s crotch. Scarlet put her hands on her cheeks and looked at Byron. Byron’s eyes were wide and his cheeks hollow. Byron looked at Sully’s erection, then up at his wife’s face. But then that was it. Sully made no further move, and neither did Cheyenne.

Scarlet got to her knees as well now, suggesting what she thought was a great idea. “Why don’t we start with what we know?” She took Sully’s hand and brought it to her waist, and Sully got it right away, kneeing his way so that they were touching. She took his mouth and scratched his neck, and he swept his hands over her back and then slipped them down her panties and held her ass. His cock pressed its hot belly flat against her stomach.

Byron and Cheyenne did the same now, too. Each couple would get themselves warmed up with their own partner—then they would swap. That’s how they would do it.

They made out with their spouses, going with what was familiar, until their breaths were coming quicker and deeper.

Scarlet let her kiss part from Sully’s, and kneed backward from him, still holding his hands. She waited, and Byron and Cheyenne followed suit. Now their eyes were all brighter and shinier and their cheeks reddened. Cheyenne sucked her lower lip under her teeth and knee-walked closer to Sully. Scarlet held her breath.

For a second it looked like they might kiss, but then Sully put his mouth under Cheyenne’s ear and sucked on her neck. Scarlet’s hands went to fists—not out of anger, but out of anxiousness. It was hard to watch, and yet her heart galloped in her chest. Byron watched as well.

Now Cheyenne let her fingers go to Sully’s hips. Her palms touched Scarlet’s husband in places only she touched. Scarlet gasped for a quick breath and then held it again.

Cheyenne’s hand right hand went down toward Sully’s thigh, then came up the middle. Scarlet watched Cheyenne’s familiar hand close around her husband’s hanging balls. It got her arms trembling and her teeth chattering. The feeling was tremendous—excitement but with a sense of bewildering wrongness, of being bad, of being naughty. It was a terrible feeling, and at the same time, it was wonderful.

She brought her hands together between her breasts, locked her fingers and squeezed.

Cheyenne now began to handle Sully’s erection. Cupping it underhanded, stroking it awkwardly. Sully exhaled, rested his forehead in the cup of Cheyenne’s collar because he liked it so much. A seismic jump hit her pulse and she couldn’t deny that it was jealous anger. She didn’t like seeing Sully enjoying himself at the hands of another woman. She liked watching Cheyenne explore—but not her husband receiving pleasure that way. Not so much at all.

Now her linked hands came higher to her chin, and she bit on her index fingers’ knuckles as she watched.

Sully lifted his chin and looked at Cheyenne, saying to her quietly, “Do you like it?”

Cheyenne looked at Sully, still biting that lower lip, and nodded.

Sully said, “I like your hand on it.”

“Do you want me to stroke it faster?”

Scarlet was squirming right out of her skin now. She looked around Cheyenne’s back to get Byron’s attention. Byron’s eyes were glued to his wife’s hand on Sully’s cock. Scarlet knee-walked around behind Cheyenne’s feet, and Byron turned his attention to her, his eyes going from hers and down to her chest and back up to her eyes again. They came together face-to-face and Byron hit her with an unexpected zinger: in a low and lusty and dumb-sounding imitation of her husband, Byron whispered, “Duh, do you like it?” and Scarlet burst out laughing and fell forward against him. The two of them hugged each other, laughing hysterically. Cheyenne clucked her tongue and spun around to look at them.

Sully said, “What are you guys doing?”

Byron said, “We’re just getting into it,” but could barely speak because he was still laughing.

Cheyenne said, “Seriously, what are you doing?”

“Nothing,” Byron said. “Sorry. We’re having fun over here.”

Scarlet tried to gather herself, wiping tears from her eyes, taking a few deep breaths and then shaking her shoulders out. She said, “Okay,” but her voice was shaky and when her eyes met Byron’s again, they both burst out laughing.

Sully said, “Seriously—what are you doing? Are you making fun of me?”

Byron said, “We’re not making fun of you. Everything’s fine.”

Cheyenne gave Byron a dirty look and then sat on her haunches. Sully did too, hand stroking his dick.

Cheyenne said, “What’s so funny?”

Byron shrugged and said, “It’s just a little awkward, Chey.”

“I know, but we’re doing it.” Her tone was hopeful, perseverant.

“Sorry,” Scarlet said. “I just got a case of the giggles, and then Byron started laughing at me.”

Sully said, “Is this too weird?”

Byron said, “What about oral sex? We didn’t talk about that.”

All their brows lowered. How had they not thought of that?

Scarlet said, “I’m okay with it.”

Cheyenne said, “Byron on you?”

That’s not what she’d been thinking. She shrugged and said, “I think so. I meant you and Sully.”

Cheyenne said, “Sully on me?”

Scarlet said, “No, you on Sully. . . . Actually,” she said, rolling her eyes up to the ceiling, “can I say no?”

Byron said, “No to what?”

“No to Sully on Cheyenne.”

Byron said, “You don’t want that?”

Cheyenne said, “Why not?” as if she was offended.

Scarlet shook her head, wincing. “No, sorry—I guess that is okay.”

Byron looked at Sully, asking him, “What about Scarlet on me?”

Sully made a face like he didn’t like the question, yet he answered, “I guess it’s okay.”

“Okay,” Cheyenne said, “can we start again?”

But Byron didn’t answer, just staring at Cheyenne. At last he said, “You could go down on him. Down on Sully.”

Scarlet saw Sully’s eyes widen and knew her husband had just got a jolt of excitement. The idea also aroused her for some strange reason. She said to Cheyenne, “Why don’t you do that?”

Cheyenne looked at both of them, biting at her lower lip. She said, “You guys want me to do that?”

Sully said, “I’d be okay with that.”

Byron shot his eyes toward Scarlet’s and she felt that urge to giggle again, and she put a hand up so she wouldn’t see Byron’s face. No one thought you wouldn’t be okay, Sully, darling. She said, “It might be sexy.”

Sully made a what do you think of that? face at Byron. Then he widened his knees and put his weight back on his hands. Cheyenne took a deep breath, went higher on her knees, gathered her hair behind her neck, rolled it into a loose tail and let it hang over one shoulder. Then she began to kiss Sully’s chest at his sternum. Scarlet watched her husband’s muscles flinch and jitter as another woman put her lips against his body, right in front of his wife. Sully’s cock was rock hard and upright between his legs. Cheyenne’s kisses worked lower, going to one side, lower and lower, Sully’s erection touching her cheek, her ear . . . Cheyenne’s kisses moved toward the center. She hooked two fingers over the base of Sully’s erection to angle it forward, and she kissed the head of Sully’s cock. Scarlet winced and bit her knuckle again.

Byron touched her elbow, then rubbed her arm soothingly. She looked to Byron, and both of them grimaced enough to bare their teeth, but then returned their attention to Cheyenne and Sully.

Sully pushed his hips forward, and Cheyenne’s lips parted. The head and first inch of his cock sunk inside Cheyenne’s mouth. Sully bit his lower lip and watched Cheyenne take him. Scarlet wondered if he did that face when she went down on him. She’d never watched his face while she’d given him a blow job. Did he make the same expression? Not that there was a competition, but she was pretty sure if it came down to it, head-to-head, she would come out the winner in a blow job competition with Cheyenne.

But once Cheyenne started, Scarlet thought maybe it wouldn’t be so easy. Cheyenne really seemed to move her head around a lot. Her neck would arc and her head would bob. She varied her movements. She stroked sometimes, just a little, and sometimes she would give Sully’s hanging balls a gentle squeeze.

Scarlet shook her head then and found herself surprised that she was fully aroused watching Cheyenne pleasure her husband. Her mood had lightened.

She looked to Byron and shot him her own what do you think of that? face.