SUMMER SWAP // Chapter Fifteen

At five minutes to one, Carla was face down on the mattress, elbows out, resting her cheek against the backs of her intertwined hands. They were both naked, and he was straddled across her butt cheeks, his deflated penis nestled in the crack. Carla’s laptop was open, and she had Netflix on. She’d been binge-watching Friends, and was taking the opportunity while he rubbed her back to squeeze in another episode.

It was the one where they were up all night. Carla’s back shook under his stroking hands while Ross and Joey used each other as human ladders to climb up the fire escape. Even he was laughing, despite the wild and unruly thing that had just transpired between him and Carla.

In the trashcan by the bedside, he’d tossed in two filled and tied-off condoms. He’d only brought two. But even if he’d brought three, Carla had emptied him pretty good. There was an odd feeling of contentment now. The deed was done. The deed was done, and it had been fun. Carla had intimidated him the whole time, but he survived. And in the end, he found himself in this strange position with Carla: some sort of carnal camaraderie. They’d been intimate together, and were now back to being friends. But they couldn’t go back to being friends the way they were before, because this thing had transpired between them. So, in fact, while they were not currently having sex—the sex part, the swinging, was completed—here he found himself naked and kind of comfortable with her, rubbing her back with an almond-scented massage oil Carla had in her bag of goodies. And it was nice, with the Friends episode playing in the background, and him getting to explore her body like this. It was just her back, but they were sharing something. He was delivering pleasure to her with his thumbs, rubbing circles between her shoulder blades and up and down her spine, and around her neck. Being good to her.

At a scene break, he said to her, “It’s almost one o’clock.”

“Yeah,” Carla said, not pausing the show.

He said, “Cody should be back soon.”

“Let them take their time.”

He continued rubbing her back, thinking now of Cheyenne more clearly. Was Chey getting a rubdown from Cody right now? What were they doing? How many condoms had they gone through? Was she happy, scared? Where was her head at? The whole while when they’d set this up, giving it the ignition point at midnight, calling it the witching hour, led him to believe this would be a one-hour session. Twelve to one, and it’s done. But now it was one o’clock. It was one o’clock and Carla had said just let them enjoy themselves. But they couldn’t sleep over. He wouldn’t be sleeping in this bed with Carla. And Cody wouldn’t be sleeping in bed with Cheyenne. How long was this supposed to go on?

Now he was smoothing circles on Carla’s back, done with the thumb digging and the muscle kneading, easing into the cool-down phase. Cheyenne loved her Byron back rubs, and he loved to give them. It was another strange aspect of being with someone who wasn’t your wife. He was so familiar with Cheyenne’s back. Now he was familiar with Carla’s back. And it seemed more intimate than the fact that he’d been inside her vagina tonight. That had been pure fun. That was the point of this thing, swinging—it was to have sex. But he kind of enjoyed this part, too. Getting to explore Carla and please her, and watch how a different woman’s skin went supple under his oiled fingertips.

He climbed off her, went to a hanging towel, and dried his hands. Carla said thanks through mushed lips, her head turned away from him toward the laptop, still watching her Friends episode. He returned, climbing up on the bed, spending some time on her ass cheeks now. While she watched her show, he lightly drummed on them, watched the flesh ripple, prodded with thumbs and separated her cheeks—which she didn’t like, throwing a hand back to swat at his hands. He laughed, and lay down next to her. They watched to the end of the episode. When it was done, she was ready to watch another, but he stopped her. “Shut it off,” he said.

“You want to go again?” She got up on her elbows, her big breasts mashed between her arms.

He touched her hair, pushed it back from her face. “I want to get back to Cheyenne. I’m dying to see her.”

“Aww, you guys are so cute together.”

“It’s like one-fifteen. Shouldn’t he be done already? What’s taking so long?”

“Just let them have fun. They won’t be much longer.”

Now she shifted her weight to rest on one elbow, reached over and rested a hand on his knee. The hand then slowly slid up and cupped his balls. He opened his legs, and she smiled.

Her petite fingers mushed his cock, squeezing, kneading, resorting to pulling and tugging. She gripped and stroked, but it flopped around.

She said, “I think we killed it.” With his balls in her hand now, her thumb rubbing over their shapes, she said, “Too bad we ran out of condoms.”

“You don’t have any here?”

“We don’t use condoms, either. We’re in the same boat as you. And Cody took all the ones we did have.”

That got his chest tight. Thinking of Cody with a whole roll of condoms in his pocket, eager to use every single one of them.

“Shit,” Carla chuckled, and he looked down to see that his penis was hardening. She was still playing with his balls. She said, “I think this swinging thing suits you.”

He watched as his cock went to steel. He said, “We’ll see what Cheyenne thinks.”

“I don’t know what she wouldn’t like. Once you decide to do it, there’s not really much wrong after that. It’s that first hurdle, getting someone to break the barrier. Put down their guard and let it happen. After that . . . It’s all fun and games once you get past the hard part.”

“I guess,” he said. Then: “Can you text him?”

“I don’t know if he brought his phone.”

“I didn’t bring mine. So text him and see if he’s got it with him.”

She cocked an eyebrow. “You want me to bug them?”

“It’s not bugging them.”

“Don’t be a nerd.”

“Would you do it, please?”

She let go of his balls, raised both eyebrows and said, “All right, get me my phone.”

Then he was off the bed again, iron-hard boner bobbing, going through her stuff. He found her phone, returned to the bed with it, and handed it to her. She rolled over onto her back, elbowed closed the lid of her laptop. She crossed her legs, one knee upright, her ankle resting on top of it. Wagging her foot, she texted. Then waited.

Byron sat up, looking out the black of the window, seeing if he could discern any waves out there. Minutes went by and there was no response. He leaned forward and kissed Carla’s knee. She lowered her ankle so he could get to it better. Her phone dinged. She read the text, then said to him, “They’re still at it.”

“They are?”

Another text came in. Carla said, “Hm. Cheyenne’s sucking his cock right now.”

He went lightheaded and his eyes closed. He leaned his weight against Carla’s knee, pressing his cheekbone against her kneecap. “Oh my God,” he moaned.

Her phone dinged again, and Carla read it. She said, “Cody wants to know if you want a picture of her sucking it.”

Byron jolted upright. His pulse raced as he thought about it. Right now, his wife was sucking Cody’s cock. His heart began thudding in his chest. He said, “I— I don’t know . . . No, I do. I mean, I do know: I— I think I definitely don’t want that.”

Mid-sentence, her phone dinged again. Carla chuckled, set her phone down on her chest. “You don’t have to worry. Cheyenne said no fucking way he was taking a picture.” She laughed, stretched her arms overhead, then cupped her hands behind her neck, smiling at him. Totally naked and carefree, her big beautiful breasts on full display. She nudged his face with her foot. “You could suck my toes if you want.”

He scooted a little closer and kissed the sole of her foot. Carla flexed back her toes and made a purring sound. He kissed the center, between the pads of her toes, then took her big toe in his mouth. It was petite, well-formed, and still smelled like soap. He smiled around the toe plugged in his mouth, watching Carla squirm with pleasure. It was distracting him from what he’d just learned. That’s why he was doing it. But he couldn’t escape it: Cheyenne was sucking Cody’s cock.

Now his heart was beating stronger. He could feel a tightening under his ball sack. He humped the mattress, squashing his cock hard. He sucked her toe, pulled back, and kissed it. He stared at Carla until she asked him what.

“Cheyenne told me she wanted to suck Cody’s cock.”

Carla nodded. “Cody’s got a beautiful cock. It’s like a work of art.”

“God,” he moaned at the startling and exquisite hurt that brought him.

Carla said, “Every girl wants to suck Cody’s cock.”

“Oh my God,” he moaned again.

Carla laughed. His hips had turned and his cock stuck out like a throbbing pole. It leaked silvery semen. “Fuck,” she chuckled. “That really makes you hard.” The sight of his arousal brightened Carla, and her eyes shone as she stared at his erection.