SUMMER SWAP // Chapter 32

Byron frowned and groaned and shook his head no. Cheyenne stopped talking. A pressure squeezed on his temples like a strongman trying to crush his skull. He leaned forward and rubbed his eyes. “You can’t expect me to believe that, Chey.”

Instead of clamoring to shore up her ridiculous story, instead of adopting a pleading tone that would attempt to convince him, Chey got angry. She poked him hard in the side, making him jolt and sit upright, blinking and wincing. “What the fuck, Chey?”

“You what the fuck, Byron.” She stared holes in him, her pretty face scrunched, nostrils flared, her jaw muscles flexing. But barely holding on, like she could burst into tears at any second. Her cheeks blazed red and her eyes shone like wet glass. “I’m fucking pouring it out to you right now.”

The tremble in her voice told him this was very real and hard for her to recount and that she was trusting him with a lot. If what she said was true, two men had taken her advantage of her. As her husband, he shouldn’t be disbelieving, he should be mad as hell and looking to throw someone off the boat. He stared at her for a long while, letting the badness between them dissolve until Chey felt like she could trust him and continue.

When her features softened, he got right to the point. “Did they take advantage of you? Did Cody trick you?”

She looked down and shook her head no. “It was really a misunderstanding.”

“Are you sure?”

“Of course I’m sure.”

“Chey if you think in any way that those two did anything—”

“No, Byron,” she said, sighing, rubbing her own temples. “I’m not mad at them.”

“How can you not be?”

She looked up at him, then away, staring off to the other side of the room and contemplating what she would say next. “I told you, it was a misunderstanding. Cody asked first.”

“Yeah, but you thought it was me.”

“He didn’t know that’s what I thought. In retrospect, what he said to introduce Philippe sounded more like Philippe than you. It’s just that I was thinking about the texting, thinking about you seeing me doing what I was doing.”

Byron leaned back in the seat corner, pressing his back into the pillow and running his hands through his hair while staring up at the ceiling. He shot forward. “You said you weren’t thinking of me.”

“Yeah?”

“But you were. You were thinking of me.” This excited him like crazy. Not that he’d been particularly mad that Chey had been pretending to be someone else while she had sex with Cody, but to find out the opposite was true, that she had considered him . . .?

Chey frowned, thinking. “I guess I was.”

“And you’re not mad at them?”

She grimaced and shook her head no. “Not at all, Byron. They don’t even know I thought it was you.”

“You didn’t tell them?”

“No.”

“Oh,” he muttered, realizing something. “You let Philippe stay and watch?”

She nodded.

* * *

While slowly fucking her, Cody said over his shoulder, “Come in.”

The door opened, and Byron entered. The door closed with a quiet click. She and Cody were sideways on the bed. Cody’s feet were on the floor, and her knees were bent over the bed’s edge. This meant Byron’s view right now would be of Cody’s naked back, Cody on top of her as she lay naked on the bed. Byron would see Cody’s balls hanging. Would he see where Cody had impaled her pussy?

And why the fuck was that thought so thrilling?

It was the opposite thing she should be thinking. She should be just doing a quick one-hour session with Cody, then Byron could come back and they would snuggle. How had something that had been such a drastic step for them in the first place escalated to insane levels so fast?

Oh God. Byron just took a seat on the built in leather sofa at the side of the bed. For sure now, he could see Cody’s cock inside her. How could Byron stand it? How could she want Byron to stand it? Shivering sheets of ecstatic pleasure wavered down her spine and through her core in relentless pulses; her skin went to goosebumps and her nipples tightened to painful buds.

Now she challenged herself to do harsher things. Cody stroked his heavenly cock in and out of her while her husband watched the entry point-blank. Maybe just two feet away. She kissed Cody’s hard chest. She moaned. She stroked the soles of her feet up and down the backs of Cody’s thighs. Still Byron watched. The longer he stayed, the hornier she got. An immense pressure built inside her. It was pleasurable, but frightening. Too much pleasure to contain. Like she might scream at some point. She came from fucking right in front of Byron. She was vocal. She cried and moaned and gasped while the orgasm swept through her. Her legs shook and her feet arced, toes pointing, calves cramping. She shrieked in small gasps as Cody began fucking her again. This time deeper. Showing her husband what a slutty, wet wife Cheyenne was. The panting became real. It had started out as theatrical, meant to arouse her husband. Cosmo said the sounds of a woman having sex were arousing and enticing and alluring for men. Imagine Byron hearing those sounds from his own wife.

Cody fucked another orgasm from her while Byron watched. She heard her husband shifting on the leather. Was Byron hard as a rock right now? Of course he was. How could he not be? He was finding out his otherwise demure wife was a total sex goddess at the same time as she was.

That was when she was sure she heard Byron masturbating. It sent her over the edge instantly. A wild and surprising orgasm raced through her again and she clutched herself to Cody’s chest while he kept thrusting his cock in and out. She bit Cody’s chest again, ran her nails across his back—where Byron could see how wild this other man made her.

It was coming out of that orgasm with the pressure unrelieved and still building that she instructed her hands to launch a suicide mission. This would be where Byron popped. This would be where Byron would ejaculate and then say to stop. This would be the wild thing that Byron would forever remember of their first foray into sexual adventure. Her pals stroked Cody’s belly, gathering between their legs, one thumb and forefinger circling his thick base and guiding him to pull out. The other hand lay in wait, and as his cock came free and fell into that hand, she found the condom’s edge and began to unroll it. She unsheathed Cody’s cock, gave the incredible thing a few strokes, then guided the point into her opening. The touch of his slick and bare cock head into her eager aperture got her gasping and her toes clenching. Though her eyes were closed, they rolled up high with the unbelievable feel of his unprotected cock. Right in front of Byron. And Cody loved it too. His grunts deepened, and he began to tremble and huff. He was close. This got another quick shiver racing through her and blotting her black vision with dancing phosphorescent orbs.

“Oh God,” she began to chant over and over again. Cody thrusted deeper and harder and she circled her arms around his strong neck. His blonde hair was damp and heavy, swinging against her cheek as he rutted into her.

Byron watched and did nothing. Byron didn’t stop his wife from having unprotected sex. He watched and masturbated.

She came again. A desperate sort of feeling, like how could she finally orgasm and relieve this enormous sexual pressure and tension squeezing her? What would it take to shake this insane horniness?

She whispered to Cody, “I don’t want you to come in my mouth.”

“I know,” he grunted.

“You know where I want it?”

“Uh-huh,” he groaned, rocking against her, his thick cock spreading her wide, that swollen knot end scoring deep inside her, up where she’d never felt a man before.

Now for Byron’s benefit: “Yeah, mm, come inside me. Okay? Oh, I want you to come inside me.”

Byron did nothing. Byron watched. Cody’s thrusting became wild and erratic, his breath like a freight train. She cried out in passion in time with his growling pleasure, the two of them making sexual music that must be driving Byron out of his mind. This was it. Another man was going to come inside her. Another man was going to come inside her while her husband watched.

Cody stabbed deep and let out an animal roar. He pulled back and rammed deep again. She hollered from the sheer unleashing of that tyrannical seizure of her sexuality. That looming expansion of her core to the point of discomfort finally gave way, and the biggest orgasm of her life tore through her like a tropical storm. Hot red tidal waves crashed on her shore and blasted away the villages and tenements of her carefully structured life. The release of all that pressure got her hollering and crying as it finally blasted out of her. She came like never before. Came while Cody came inside her. His big cock flexed and pulsed and cabled inside her. His enormous wet made her insides so slick every heartbeat brought a wild sexual tickle to the throbbing plum-point of his enormous cock head deep inside her. They both gasped and huffed and hitched breath. She dug her claws into Cody’s hard back and hugged her face to his chest. While she thought of Byron, she couldn’t escape the fact that she’d just shared a huge connection with Cody. He’d been a tool to get off on, but what they did together was special.

As he pulled out, she whimpered with the quivering orgasm aftershocks his retreat inspired. The flared edge of his cock head brought silvery orgasmic tendrils that zapped from her sex flesh to a point somewhere at the base of her skull.

But at that point, the regret formed, and she feared what she would see at the side of the bed. What if she was wrong and Byron had fled? What if he didn’t enjoy it at all? How could he? He would be insane to watch that. Regret and shame swelled within her—room now to grow since the horny tension bubble had finally burst. She covered her eyes with a hand as Cody stepped aside and sat up in the pillows, no longer eclipsing Byron’s view.

Byron wasn’t gone. She heard that sound she thought was masturbating. Heard the low chest-rumble of a man enjoying pleasure. Her hand moved aside, and she regarded him.

Only it wasn’t him. It wasn’t Byron.

Philippe sat at the side of the bed on the couch, watching Cody fuck her. Of course, it wasn’t Byron. How could she ever have thought that her husband would watch that? It was Philippe. The guy who knew Cody and Carla swapped. Had probably swapped with them before. Had probably shared Paloma with Cody. Had probably done something like this with Carla, with Paloma, or whoever else they wanted to get in their beds.

Though shocked, instead of fright or embarrassment, she felt relief. She’d gone too far for her husband’s sake. Wanting to show him how sexy and dirty his amazing wife was—and she’d done something horrible. Horrible enough that in the blink moment afterward, she felt the shame and regret. Now it was gone. Byron didn’t see what she showed him at all. She got away with it.

Philippe sat on the couch with his legs apart, his robe open. His cock was hard as a rock and the most grotesque manhood one could imagine. Like a monster’s cock. His eyes watched between her legs. He was fantasizing about fucking her. Fantasizing Byron’s slutty wife would let him get sloppy seconds, put his enormous man meat inside her and use Cody’s load as lube and rut into her as she lay writhing in post-orgasmic ecstasy on the bed, filling her up with his own load. His large hand stroked his uncircumcised cock, and it excited her to see the plump end exposed in his downstroke. The thick foreskin would roll away and expose the perfect smoothness of his organ’s most sensitive spot.

Her legs writhed and her hips shimmied. Cody’s semen leaked from her and Philippe watched it while he masturbated. God, what if it was Byron? Imagine Byron seeing this shameful display. “Oh,” she gasped and jolted as another slippery orgasm thrilled through her.

She gasped for breath and met Philippe’s eyes. Locked eyes with him as he stroked that massive weapon. She nodded and bit her lips and gave him the face she would give if he was fucking her. He came. His jerking hand went faster, then squeezed. She watched swirling ropes of semen launch from his unprotected cock head and splat into his chest hair. He kept coming. More ropes burst from his cock to arc and land on his stomach and chest.

The ghastly sight brought more zipping pleasure through her brain and she went muzzy and gray, wondering how more awful she could possibly be.