SUMMER SWAP // Chapter 29

Cody thrashed her around the bed, folded her into all kinds of awkward contortions, pushed her knees to her ears, on her side with a knee to her chin. He held his ass in her palms while he stood. He took her from behind, doggy style. He took her from behind, standing bedside and holding her ankles like the arms of a wheelbarrow. It was everything she’d fantasized about. Cody’s penis size, his strength, his confidence, and, yeah, his skill, took her over the edge so many times she couldn’t count. Sometimes the orgasms raced down her back like quicksilver. Sometimes, especially when he did it from behind when she was on her elbow and knees, they were big swollen balloons of bursting liquid pleasure. Those ones brought the whoosh-whoosh in her eardrums. He’d left her breathless and exhausted and worn out. Her hair hung in wet tangles, her skin was hot and slick. Cody’s hard body slid against hers with oily ease. Cody said little during their session. No more cowboy talk, no more calling her Susan. The sex was grunting and gasping, and her crying out and wailing. He made her shriek with orgasms. They’d well up inside and get so huge they scared her like she wouldn’t be able to contain it and the incredible lusty pleasure would split her seams and push her beyond what was healthy. He bit her neck; he bit her nipples. He went down on her when she was groggy, revived her until her eyes opened and she’d tell him she was ready again.

After an hour, eyes half-lidded and hazy, she’d crawled into his lap, a fluttering orgasm aftershock still passing through her insides and down her spine like an electric pulse. She made love to his balls with her mouth. Licked them, pulled them in, tugged. Gentle. He lay back in the pillow and it was the first time in the evening where she felt a modicum of control. He folded his arms behind his head, eyes looking down at another man’s wife sucking his balls. His cock throbbed, swollen and stiff, laying back on his hard, muscular belly. Her tongue swathed a path up its wide belly until she could lever his cock forward and sink him into her mouth. When she’d first given him head, it had been a shaky enterprise, one fraught with anxiety and self-consciousness. Now rendered sexually stupefied, every muscle in her body relaxed and loose, every sexual fiber zipping with erotic tension, her pussy sopping and swollen and worn out, she gave him the blow job he deserved. She made it last, using the tip of her tongue while he watched, teasing his urethra and the cloven underside of his cock head. From the floor at the side of the bed came an infrequent chime.

When it became a nuisance, she reached down, snagged his shorts between index and middle finger and flung them up to land on Cody’s chest. As he removed his phone from a pocket, she lay her cheek on his thigh and put one of his balls in her mouth. Cody opened his phone, read a text, and texted back.

He said, “They want to know how it’s going.”

She groaned, “Who?”

“Byron,” he said.

“Oh,” she muttered, running the flat of her tongue up the underside of his cock again, getting onto her knees so she could bob up and down. Cody’s moan of pleasure was exquisite. But she could hear him texting.

“Hey, baby?”

She regarded Cody, giving him a sly sexual look with the knob end of his hard cock pushing out her cheek.

He smiled and winked. “Hold that pose, baby. God, you’ve never looked more beautiful, Chey. I swear to God. You were already perfect, but fuck, who knew you were so fucking hot in the sack.” She chuckled through her nose, still sucking.

“Look up again,” he said.

Her eyes met his. He said, “Let me take a picture. We’ll send it to Byron, it’ll blow his mind.”

The idea exploded behind her eyes. An ultimate taboo. An absolute depravity. She could picture the photo: Cody’s abs, his long thick cock pushed into her mouth, her sultry eyes staring at her husband. The sheer exhibition, the bald-faced debasement of a good woman, tightened a knot low in her tummy and her thighs trembled. Just the mere suggestion tickled an orgasmic aftershock out of her. But in its wake, cold reality prevailed. She laughed and pulled his cock out of her mouth, put up a hand between him and his phone and her—he hadn’t even pointed the camera her way at all. The threat of being caught on digital image in such a precarious act was overwhelming. Even while laughing and telling Cody, “No fucking way,” there was a daring what if? floating around in the darker recesses of her mind. What if Byron watched her? What if she wanted Byron to watch her? The thought of it tightened a new ache in her nipples.

Cody tossed away his phone and scrambled after her, grabbing her upper arms and getting over top of her while she lay on the bed. His eyes told her he was ready to fuck again.

She said, “I want to suck your cock.”

“I know you do.”

“I want you to come.”

He grunted an affirmative sound in his throat, liking her words.

The hungry feeling between her legs still loomed despite the punishment of the last hour. Punishment and satisfaction. She said, “I want you to come in my mouth.”

Cody uttered a low, lusty grumble, humping his cock against her pussy. “Say it again,” he whispered.

“I want your come in my mouth.”

* * *

It was overwhelming, and Scarlet buried her face in both hands and breathed into them. She smelled maple syrup and bacon from breakfast. She was in the here and now, but her mind had transported to Chey’s bedroom last night, a fly on the wall while her friend had swinger sex. Dirty swinger sex. “Oh wow,” she sighed.

Cheyenne said, “Too much?”

“You tell me.”

“I told you it was too much.”

“I wanted to hear.”

“You asked me.”

Scarlet uncovered her face and shook her hands out, drawing in a deep breath of fresh lake air. “That’s crazy hot.”

Chey said, “Is it?”

“Yeah,” Scarlet said. “So, wow. You were going down on Cody while he texted with Byron.”

“Yup.”

“That’s so awful. Wow. I don’t mean you’re awful, I mean, that it’s wild. Yeah, wild.”

Cheyenne groaned and rubbed the back of her neck. “You think that’s pretty bad, huh?”

“I said wild, Chey. Not judging.” She rubbed her eyes and blinked against the phosphorous blobs floating in her vision. Now she shifted to face Chey. She patted Chey’s knee. “So that’s what’s hurting you most about last night? You had that connection with Byron while you were with Cody, and it freaked you out?”

Chey shook her head. “That’s not it, no. I just . . . I haven’t said it to Byron—I couldn’t say it to him—but last night was the absolute craziest, best . . . dirtiest sex I’ve ever had in my life. I can’t stop thinking about it, but I don’t want to hurt Byron’s feelings.”

“You want to do it again, don’t you? You want to be with Cody.”

“I wouldn’t say no. But I have to be honest with Byron, don’t you think?”

“Yeah, you do. For sure. Why wouldn’t you be?”

“It might be hard to hear the truth.”

Scarlet chuckled. “Well, you don’t have to frame it that way, Chey, holy shit. Don’t tell him that Cody rocked your world so hard you’ve changed your perspective on what sex is. Don’t frame it in any way that would make Byron feel bad. You can do it without hurting his feelings. Like, aren’t you worried what Carla might teach Byron?”

“You’re damn right I am.”

“Right. You and Byron both slept with other partners. The sex is going to be different. So, the positive side, the positive way to frame it, is that you’re doing this together as a couple.”

“We did do it that way.”

“You didn’t if you don’t tell your husband the truth.”

“You just said not to hurt his feelings.”

“Look, Chey, I’m not in the position you are, so maybe I don’t see it the same way, but you never know, maybe I have a better angle on it. Byron is your partner in this. The only way for it to happen is if you’re both okay with what the other does. You jumped in last night after just a day of some heavy duty flirting. How did Carla convince Byron?”

“Got him to rub some suntan lotion on her,” Chey mumbled. “She took her bikini off.”

“And Byron rubbed her naked back?”

“Look what I did with Cody out in the water.”

“No, I know. That would make me mad—if Sully rubbed Carla’s back?”

“Of course it makes me mad, but I can’t even be mad because I’m just as guilty as he is.”

“You need to talk to him. Be open with him. What’s a positive spin on sex with Cody?”

Chey rolled her eyes up and muttered, barely moving her lips, “That it wasn’t like I was having sex with Cody.”

“Right, it was fantasy sex.”

“Yeah?”

“Did you tell him you role-played?”

“No.”

“I bet you Byron would love to hear that.”

“But I need to tell him the truth.”

“You really do. Just be truthful in the way that considers him.”

“Yeah, it’s so simple, Scarlet.”

“Hey, I’m offering you great advice.”

“What if he uses the same ploy on me? Tells me how sex with Carla was no big deal, just some messing around. You know he told me they ended up watching Friends?”

“They watched TV after?”

“What if that’s his positive spin? Like, he’s saying it wasn’t that exciting or anything. But there’s more to the story. Like, I know he’s going to tell me he doesn’t think that much of Carla’s huge tits.”

“Look at you getting mad,” Scarlet laughed. “You going to tell him Cody’s big dick that you’ve been gushing over is”—finger quoting—“no big deal to you?”

Cheyenne leaned forward and put her elbow on her knees. She stared out over the handrail at the expanse of lake and sky to the rear of their rented yacht. Scarlet watched her narrow back go in and out as she took slow, contemplative breaths. “There’s more truth to tell, though.”

“Oh yeah?”

They weren’t alone anymore. The glass door to the cabin opened behind them and they both looked over their shoulder to see Philippe coming out to the deck, stretching and shielding his eyes from the bright sun.

Chey’s shoulders slumped, and she faced front again. She said, “We’ll talk later.” She rose and straightened her clothing, then rubbed thumb pads underneath her eyes.

“Talk to Byron, Chey,” she said.

“I know,” Chey said, then hung her head, her expressions sagging to glumness. She walked to the door, passing by Philippe, who smiled and followed her along, saying, “Good morning,” to her. Cheyenne only said hi then disappeared back inside the cabin. Philippe shrugged and came to join Scarlet, plopping his bulk down in the seat where Chey had been. He said, “What’s with her?”

“Just girl stuff,” Scarlet said.

Philippe raised his eyebrows and nodded like he understood it would be something not worth pursuing. Then he smiled suddenly and faced her. “Nice day today, eh? Hot sun.”

“Sure is,” she said.

His eyes went up and down her for a moment and she asked him, “What?”

Philippe said, “Wondering what it’s going to take to get you out skinny dipping with us today.”