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SUMMER SWAP // Chapter 36
🕑 Added 2022-03-13 01:00:03 +0000 UTCFrom the hand railing above the swimming deck, Byron peered down to see Cody and Philippe hanging out in the sunshine, having a good time. Codyâs back was to him, but Philippe leaned the small of his back on the railing, smiling at whatever Cody was telling him. Philippeâs eyes trailed up to see Byron watching and the smile waned. He gave Byron a good morning nod and then made a face to Cody, nudging his chin up to Byron. Cody turned, shielded his eyes from the sun, saw Byron, and said, âMorning.â They all knew it was time to talk.
Only thing was, Byron didnât want to face Cody and Philippe one-on-two. Heâd rather talk to them individually. But this was the way he found them and there was no time to be squeamish. Plus, two birds with one stone and all that. At least heâd only have to go through this once.
Cody said, âHey Byron, stay there, weâre going to come up.â
Byron nodded, grim-faced, then assumed a spot on one of the loungers. Then changed his mind, not wanting to be too horizontalâthat wasnât a power position. Instead he got up and took a spot that had him sitting up right, his back to the view. The sun was in his face a little but it was better than to be seen taking it easy while you were chastising two guys who were bigger than you. From this angle he could see into the yachtâs third floor cabin, Chey engaged with Carla somewhere beyond. Cody and Philippe appeared, the two of them mounting the steps then coming around through the lounge to join him out in the sunshine.
Already, Codyâs expression had contorted to a look of apology. There was no doubt they both knew what the conversation was to be. It would cut down on introductions. Philippe sat on the lounger on the left, and Cody the one on the right. Not sagging on them, but sitting on the footrests, elbows on knees, leaning towards Byron.
Cody put up a hand to pause anything Byron might want to say. âBefore you start, man, right awayâIâm a let you go off on usâbut I gotta say first, for meââtouching five fingers to his chestââI fucked up, Byron. I fucked up big time. But, look, it wasnât malice, it was carelessness. It slipped my mind how this was your guysâ first time.â
Philippe was right on Codyâs heels: âMe too, Byron. It was really not cool to not throw you a signal, let you know Chey wanted that.â
Byron scowled a dubious expression at Philippe. âDonât try to tell me she asked for that.â
Philippe was the one contorting into apology. âOh man, no, I didnât mean she asked for that. Cody just thoughtââ
âIt was like spur of the moment, Byron. I know it looks like we shit on your chest here. Iâm trying to think of the best way to convince youâ Look, I forgot about you. I admit it. You matter, man, you totally matter. For real. But, Cheyenne, was likeââ Cody puffed out his cheeks as he struggled to explain himself.
Byron said, âYou guys usually disparage a guyâs wife when you apologize? Sounds like you want to blame Chey for your fuck up.â
Cody showed a pained expression, then sagged. He rubbed the bridge of his nose. Byron studied the guyâs good-looking masculine handâthen thought how it had smoothed itself all over Cheyenneâs naked flesh last night and how twoâmaybe even threeâof those fingers had gone inside her. A sudden surge between his legs got him gulping in a hiss of air and raising his eyebrows. What an awful fucking thought.
Cody said, âYouâre right, man. Thatâs how it sounds.â He looked up now, lowering his hands, clapping them together between his knees and locking fingers. Now when he spoke, he moved the clasped hands up and down for emphasis, pleading with Byron. âIâm terrible at this, I guess. What I mean is, I was tuned into Cheyenne andââ
âAnd she was just so hog-wild, you took her for a swapping veteran?â
Cody winced. âMan, youâre really mad.â
âOf course Iâm mad, Cody. I did what was expected of me with Carla. And what the fuck did you do?â In his periphery, Philippe grimaced, a conciliatory suggestion that Cody had indeed done terrible things to Cheyenne. Byron continued: âYou brought in a stranger. Not to me, I know Philippe, but I had no idea he would know what was going on. So not only did you break my trust, you exposed what Chey and I were doingâa really private fucking thingâto someone else that I never agreed to.â Then to Philippe, he said, âNo offense.â
Cody pinched his nose again. âFuck, youâre right, Byron.â
Philippe said, âMe knowing is like no one knowing, Byron, cross my heart.â He drew an x on his chest with the point of a big index finger.
To Philippe, he said, âBut thatâs up to me to decide, wouldnât you agree?â
âA hundred percent,â Philippe said.
âSo how does it happen? How do you do something so wrong?â
Cody saw there was no excuse, no explanation Byron was looking for. Byron only looked for one thing. Cody said, âYouâre right, Byron. I fucked up big time. Carla let me have it this morning. I know Iâm an idiot. Dude, I am sorry. That fuck up is all on me.â He rested his hand over his heart and nodded once, solemnly, his eyes meeting Byronâs. The sunlight kicked up a sparkling Caribbean blue in Codyâs eyes, and the sudden revelation of deep and beautiful color hit him in the gut. Cody was kind of beautiful, for a man, and for sure he turned Cheyenne on.
There was a awkward expanse of silence for a long moment, and Philippe broke it. âNormally, Byron, you can totally trust Cody with this kind of thing. I swear it. He fucked up.â
Byronâs head swiveled toward Philippe. âAnd what about you?â
âI should have known better.â He exhaled and looked at the floor between them, eyebrows tented like he was forlorn. âTruth was, Cody texted me and I was so fucking excited I jumped out of bed.â
âNo time to think.â
Philippe looked up. âHonestly, no.â
âAny chance to get a look at Cheyenne.â
âPretty much.â
Something about that tightened his stomach and made him uneasy. âHave you guys talked about Cheyenne before? I mean about luring her into this?â
Cody and Philippe exchanged uncomfortable looks and each made a funny croaking sound in their throatâboth of them obviously wanting to answer in the affirmative but unwilling to commit to it.
âReally? You fucking lusted after my wife for years?â
They both looked caught and guilty and looking for his understanding.
âHow come it took you so long to make a move?â
Cody said, âCarla does have a crush on you, dudeââ
âOh shit. I didnât even think of that. Like I was an afterthought. That this was all about getting Cheyenne into bed with you two.â
âHey, not me,â Philippe said. âIâm only guilty of thinking Cheyenne is hot. This was Codyâs idea. Not a me and Cody idea.â
âFor real, Byron,â Cody said. âWeâre not some sex cult or something. I really, really like Chey, and Carla really, really likes you. Philippe ended up in the room last night only for Cheyâs sake. This is what Iâm saying: I wasnât trying to include Philippeâthough buddy here is in a long ass dry spellâI was playing along with Chey. I tried to rope you but she wasnât into itââ
âNot yet at least,â Philippe said.
Cody said, âYeah. Itâs her thing. I mean it. Sheâs a little reluctant. I tried bringing you in. Cheyâs an exhibitionist, Byron, I swear. Itâs her fantasy.â
Byronâs fingers tingled with cold. There was a great fear that Cody wasnât bullshitting, that Cody was right. Chey had sexual desires sheâd never have discovered and enjoyed if left to Byron. He never would have lured this sex demon inside his wife to the surface. Sheâd have been happy without it, but was happier with it. Or at least more satisfied.
âI thought sheâd be cool with Philippe because she hung out with us all day. Sheâs a good sport, you know, tossing the ball with us, swimming and all that. Plus, you know, she went dipping with usâno suits, right? So I figured maybe sheâd be cool with Philippe rather than youâto begin with.â
âAnd Cheyenne responded,â Byron muttered.
Both guys grumbled with lecherous affirmation. That charged Byron up even more. Two men whoâd been with her last night acknowledging how hot his wife is and how horny she was. Paired with all the things Cheyenne had told him about what happened, his cock hardened painfully, and he squashed his thighs together on it. All of a sudden he had a strange urge to do it all over again. To get to tonight as fast as possible and maybe all five of them could get together in a room and theyâd have a wild orgy and heâd get his cock sucked by Carla and heâd watch Cody pound the shit out of Chey while she bawled sexual nonsense and Philippe watched them all, stroking his monster cock.
Byron exhaled, squeezed thighs tighter agains his throbbing erection and swallowed, dry and hesitant. âYeah, she told me.â
Philippe said, âTold you what?â His tone was dull and clipped, showing no inflection. They didnât want to rat Chey out by accident, not spilling all the bean just because Byron told him he knew what the beans were.
âYouâd cover up for her?â
Cody said, âWeâre just being considerate.â
Byron sat back, thighs still clamped on his cock so they wouldnât see it. âI donât like that.â
Cody and Philippe exchanged looks again, their eyes darting over one anotherâs trying to communicate without words. Cody leaned forward, hands clasped again, head bowed. Then he looked up. âI fucked her while Philippe watched.â
God, his cock just about sprang up with the excitement of hearing his wife referred to as a function. He said to Philippe, âAnd what about you?â
Philippe looked up, like he was embarrassed. âWell, I watched.â
âJust watched?â
Philippe looked from side to side. âMore than watched.â
âDid you join in?â
Philipp jolted. âWhat? No. Did she sayââ
âEasy,â Byron said. âNo, she didnât say that. She told me what you did.â
Philippe eased. âOkay,â he said, satisfied.
But the talk existed Byron and he couldnât shut up. âShe watched you do it?â
Philippe nodded. Both Philippe and Cody had looks on their faces that probably mimicked. All three guys turned on by Cheyenne. Cheyenne Bishop. Byronâs wife. An urge to find his sweet little woman tugged at him. Find her, grab her hand and march her into their estate room. Fuck her again. And again. Fuck her all day long. It had been years since they had a day like that. Maybe they hadnât even had one day like that since they were married.
He faced Cody. âWhat happened to the condom?â
Cody bit his lower lip, then slowly let it plop out. âSorry, dude. Cheyenne took it off me. I didnât stop her.â
âI didnât either,â Philippe said. âBut I didnât know it was a rule.â
âIt wasnât,â Cody said. âWe just used them. I brought them but Cheyenne didnât make me. Was that a hard rule, Byron?â
Byron sighed heavily and rubbed his eyes and his cheeks like he was using soap and water, though his hands were cold and dry as a bone. He ruffled his own hair, stretched back so far in his chair he could look straight up at the sky. His cock ached and was as hard an iron bar. He could strike it on the hand railing and it would ping out like metal on metal. His balls rolled around in his sack and he could feel himself leaking pre-come. He thought of sunset and Carla and Carlaâs mouth and, oh God yes, putting this iron bar between her milky jugs and ejaculating on her face. But foremost on his mind was Cheyenne. Watching the things Cheyenne wanted to show him.
He leaned forward and regarded both his friends. âRules are made to be broken,â he said soberly.
Comments
JamesIsAsleep
Oops I displaced the wrong name in my last sentence, I meant Byron. Fixed now...
L_S87
Aha! That makes sense to me now, in context with everything else. If Cody knows her better than Byron does, and continues to deliver on amazing experiences, where does that leave Byron when it comes to sex with Chey? 2nd, 3rd, dead last? That would be scary. Though I think that's also what feeds Chey's jealousy too, in regards to Carla.
KT Morrison
Also, maybe something like: there was great fear that Cody's perception was keen, his analysis sharp. (then another summary statement before heading off to the rest of the paragraph as is).
KT Morrison
I think one little sentence plugged in there will fix any misunderstandings
KT Morrison
No worries! I didn't mean it quite the way you understood it. The 'great fear' (and this is my fault for not making it clearer) is more that Cody deciphered Cheyenne's fantasy. That one night with her and he knew what made her tick. Byron's fear is that Cody is rightâin that he knew what Chey's kink was before Chey knew it and was able to provide it.
L_S87
After rereading this, I realized my response came out very negative in regards to the Byron's fears section, for which I apologize KT. It simply confuses me, hopefully later chapters will clear that up for me. Regardless, i like where i think this is headed.
Tracey52
Thanks kt
KT Morrison
1. I'll try to make it clearer when I edit! Chey didn't want Byron when the offer was for Cody to send a picture of her blowing him. Cody figured by her reaction that the idea entertained her but she objected because she wasn't ready for Byron to watch her
Tracey52
I might need some help here but I think there are some discrepancies with the stories. 1. Cheyenne said she thought it was Byron initially but Cody says she didnât want Byron. Thatâs a big y. 2. No condom. I thought it was only the last time with no condoms, but Cody made it seem like the whole time at Cheyenneâs request?
JamesIsAsleep
See? Everyone can just get along, all it took is a mutual desire for Cheyenne's lovemaking ... Cody and Philippe are more examples of dynamic characters that KT creates. Cody and Philippe both just come across as genuinely sorry, and almost a little bit naive ... I love the image KT put into my mind of Cody trying to handle Cheyenne's sex drive the night before with a sigh, she was a lot to handle. She needs an expert in the bedroom to keep her happy when she's in that mood. Good thing everybody seems to think that's a great idea, even Byron.
L_S87
Well, that went fairly well, though the obvious revelation about the condom rule that Chey and Byron agreed to but Chey never even brought up is a bit painful. I will say that the section about Byron's "great fear" of Cody being right straight up makes no sense to me. Byron already knows he's right, because Chey told him her fantasy, what she was thinking during that whole scenario. He also knew what she was going to ask for before Carla interrupted them. So the fear doesn't make sense to me, he already knows Cody's right. Fear of where that will lead them, that makes more sense, because what happens if Chey gets carried away again? Other than that, this conversation does a good job of setting up a nice scene when they get together again. Will Byron invite Philippe because he knows it would really light a fire inside Chey? Can't wait to find out.
