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Summer Swap 5-14
🕑 Added 2023-04-26 00:00:03 +0000 UTCCheyenne wondered if she had feelings for Cody, too. Of course she had feelings; obsessive feelings, lusty feelings... But was there more? If there was, she had hidden it from herself pretty well. The things Cody said right now weren’t crazy, though at first she thought they were. She rubbed an eyebrow, said, “What kind of feelings are they?”
“It’s not love, if that’s what you’re worried about,” he said, smiling, eyes sympathetic.
Scarlet and Sully had gone quiet, not offering anymore conjecture. But what Cody implied was daunting. “Okay, not love, then... what? Caring? I mean, I care about everyone on this boat.”
Sully’s voice, quiet but seized, his chest tight: “Yacht.”
“You don’t care more about me than say Sully?”
“Caring isn’t a zero-sum game.”
“It’s not. But your feelings of care are different. Could you see yourself being intimate with Sully?”
“No, definitely not.”
“Hey,” Sully said, trying to sound offended, but his voice still strangely constricted. Scarlet grunted an airy sound and her knee pressed into the back of Cheyenne’s leg.
Cody said, “No offense, Sully. I know all of us played around already, and I know you four guys tried a thing out but didn’t feel it.” Now Cody’s turquoise eyes settled on hers again. “But we felt something. We were fantastic together, even when Byron wasn’t around. You and I had fun and I feel like we connected. You don’t have to say yes or no. I’m not putting pressure on you to state your feelings for me, I just want you to see there are possibilities, lots of them. Just because you’re married to and in love with Byron doesn’t mean you and I are nothing. We’re not nothing together. But, and here’s what’s really important, Chey, I mean it: I’m going to love Carla till the day I die and no one’s going to stop me. She’s my soulmate and I’m so lucky to have found her.”
Crazy as it was, that statement made her feel a green tinge of jealousy. Like maybe she’d want Cody to express that enduring love for her. And that right there was proof of Cody’s meaning. Yeah, there was something between her and Cody, but it didn’t change a thing about her and Byron. She knew that already; how she felt about Byron was unchanged. Shit, in many ways, it had been amplified. This fear of losing him, if warranted, was teaching many lessons.
Cody said, “You get it, don’t you? Carla’s my wife and she’s my ride-or-die forever. But I have feelings for you that are different from what I have for Lily or say Scarlet. I love them like friends. I love you like a friend too, but there’s more. You know there’s more. You know there’s more and you know you and I aren’t going to run off and leave our spouses, or betray them in any other way. We’re safe. There’s no harm. There’s only...” He trailed off, then smiled like a little devil. “I was gonna say love, but I’d freak you out—so let me say deep care and a quest for understanding, a quest for more. Just more.”
“You make it sound less crazy,” she said, then sighed.
“Thank you.”
“But it’s still crazy,” she said.
“You’re not hyperventilating anymore.”
She chuckled. “No, I guess I’m not.”
He raised his arm to the side and flexed his impressive bicep, a bulging baseball-hunk and straps of supporting muscle gloved in tanned skin. “Scarlet had to call in the big guns, didn’t you, Scar?”
Chey put her hand on his muscle—couldn’t help it—and squeezed. Cody flexed harder, and then Chey turned to Scarlet, looking at her friend over her shoulder. “Big guns,” she said. Scarlet’s eyes were narrowed, and her brow looked damp. She said nothing in return.
Chey let Cody’s muscle go and put her hands under her cheek, facing Cody on her side, like they were two teen girls on a sleepover. “Byron’s not going to fall in love with Carla.”
Cody shook his head no. “I hope he has a good time. I hope they have the best time in the world and they laugh together and play around and get from the other whatever it is they’re looking for. And I can’t wait till my pretty little lady comes back to me and tells me what she wants about it.”
“You make it sound so easy.”
“It is easy. It’s just your own brain that makes it hard. All of us can be our own worst enemies at times, you know?”
“You too?”
“Not me,” he said and laughed. “I’m squared away, I’m top bunk.” He stared at her, his eyes filled with emotion. “Me, too, Chey. Don’t worry. All of us are human.” Then he said over her shoulder, “Ain’t that right, Scar?”
Scarlet said, “Huh?”
“Human,” Cody said. “All of us are human.”
Scarlet said, “Uh-huh.”
Cody’s eyes narrowed, and he lifted his head off the pillow, looking past her shoulder at Sully and Scarlet. “Are you guys having sex?”
Cheyenne squirmed away from Scarlet, getting close with Cody’s warm and muscular body, looking over her shoulder. “They are not,” she said.
Cody put his arm around her. “They’re definitely having sex. Look at Scarlet’s face.”
Sully was right up behind Scarlet, the two of them like stuck-together spoons, dipped in honey and put back in the drawer. Scarlet’s cheeks were red, her hair tangled, her mouth agape.
Still, Scarlet was defiant. “No, we’re not.” Sully hid his face behind Scarlet’s head.
Cheyenne said, “Oh, come on, guys.”
Cody said, “You’re not? Then roll over.”
Scarlet rubbed her eyes and sniffled. “You two are so silly.” Her voice was breathy and strained. Like she’d been having sex.
And with this sudden realization, something low in Chey’s belly dropped away like a trapdoor and with it went all her upright morality. What was left in its place was a lubricious slimy swamp monster, sick with dripping lust, putrid with its hunger for bottomless fornication. She was in Cody’s muscular arms; his body felt so fucking good. There were four of them, all attractive, all of them good friends... They had all the ingredients for a mattress-melting orgy. That lust monster wanted to suck Cody’s big, perfect dick, wanted to get naked, wanted to have her hot, hot, hot lover fuck her senseless with his big hard tool while her friends watched from front row seats. Her friends could watch her slut herself out, watch her while they fucked as well, and...
Chey bolted upright, right out of Cody’s arms.
Cody laughed, his arm still out from where she’d busted through his bond. She was up on her knees on the bed, looking down at them all. Sully snatched Scarlet’s bedsheet toga to cover himself—proof he was having sex with Scarlet while she and Cody were having a heart to heart.
Scarlet said, “You okay?”
She laughed and put a hand over her racing heart, then began shaking her head back and forth, defiant, as if the three of them were sex demons luring her to her own demise. “No, no, no,” she chided them. “You guys are bad.”
Scarlet smiled at her, looking guilty.
“No, no, no,” Chey said again, fighting against the powerful urge to stay and take part in some wonderful sensual pleasure, backing off the bed, putting a foot down on the floor. “I can’t be here.” She walked backward toward the door.
Cody chuckled, his head tracking her, staying on the bed and twisting at the waist. He said, “You think about what I said, Chey. And give your man your love and your understanding.”
“I’ll think about it,” she said, and slipped into the hall.
* * *
Cody said, “And then there were three.”
Sully bucked against her, just a tiny, stiff movement, his cock head flexing, buried deep in her canal, his throbbing glans like a pulse point of pure pleasure. Butterflies stormed her tummy, and her breaths could come only in quick puffs. She said, “Uh-huh.”
“Chey sure left the room a lot better than when she came in, so that’s real good.”
She nodded, holding her breath, face to face with Cody but on the verge of what was supposed to be a secret orgasm. Sully’s body trembled against hers, like her husband was also in the throes of ravaging pleasure reaching its highest peak.
Cody smirked, hanging around, knowing what they were doing, trying to be funny. He plucked at the sheet, then smoothed his hand over it, wiping away all the wrinkles left by Chey’s body. He said, “Whelp... Guess I should get going.”
But he stayed, his eyes moving up to watch her and Sully. Sully’s cock was twitching inside her and she was right on the edge of turning to orgasmic goo. Sully’s breath was hot on her collar. Her coward husband had hidden behind her, pretending like he wasn’t even in the room, just his hard dick inside her. But his hand squeezed her waist, caressed her, and his arm movement made his cock squirm in bright and beautiful ways. Their connection was tight, but like pure liquid.
Cody raised an eyebrow. “Don’t you think?”
An offer to stay. An offer to stay and watch them fuck. An offer to stay and watch her come. And it was going to be huge, too. An offer to stay and watch, and what else? Participate?
She craned her neck, angling her head away, trying to look at Sully.
She couldn’t see him, her husband still nuzzled in her crimson locks. But he freed his hand from under their covering and worked to find the edge of her toga. She held her breath. Sully unwrapped her, pulling away sheets and revealing her naked flesh. First her stomach, then her breasts. And at last, whisking away the last remaining skirt covering where their two bodies were joined. She was naked before Cody. His eyes went over her sexualized body with great enjoyment. Looking at her tits, her erect nipples, her navel, and down lower. Sully’s hand swept her haunch, cupped around the inside of her thigh, and guided her topmost leg to spread. She put her knee up toward the ceiling, her foot on the mattress, showing Cody where her husband entered her body.
The impending orgasm changed gears, shifting down so it would climb even higher rather than tumble over the current peak. Having a man as handsome as Cody seeing your most sacred connection with your husband astounded her in unexpected ways. The room was quiet, the connection between her and Sully and Cody intense.
Sully couldn’t move and she knew it was because if he did, he would ejaculate and pop all the sexual inflation from the moment. And her Sully boy, pervert as he was (just like her, it turned out), wanted to see where this moment would go.
Comments
L_S87
Things that make you go hmmmmm. As much as i deride Chey for being selfish (because she often is), i have to give her credit for being self aware enough to know that she needed to leave before she caved into doing all the things that were running through her head. As awful as her self inflicted punishment has been, i think it would get worse after giving into those thoughts and then realizing she screwed up, again, afterward. Cody did an amazing job here, but ultimately Chey needs to wait for Byron and then have an honest discussion that helps balance her emotionally. While i pushed hard that being with Carla needed to happen to balance things for Byron, because it did, the emotional punishment that Chey has been inflicting on herself is just as destructive to the health of their relationship as her prior selfishness had been, if in a different way. I look forward to how this works itself out, though i don't have a clue what will happen because of how spastic Chey has been. Also, KT, you've made Sully and Scarlet into perverts. Glorious, amazing, wonderful perverts... but perverts none the less. I love it.
