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SUMMER SWAP // Chapter 16
🕑 Added 2021-12-24 01:00:00 +0000 UTCThe thought of how Cheyenne had seen Cody’s cock today when he was jumping up and down on the trampoline obsessed him. Cody’s cock was a work of art that all girls wanted to suck.
His wife had watched another man’s genitalia slap around, and it had riled within her an urge to suck it. Cheyenne told him she wanted to do that. He’d given her permission. He’d been aroused by the idea of her wanting to do it. But now he was reading deeper into his wife’s thought process. Realizing that she’d seen Cody’s penis today, and as Carla said, it was a beautiful one. Could a penis be so beautiful your wife would desire having it in her mouth?
The idea made him rock hard, cock throbbing and pointing upright between his legs.
Carla regarded it, and her hand drifted up his thigh, her nails scratching at his scrotum. She said, “I think this swinging thing’s the right thing for you.”
“I want to run in there and stop her,” he croaked.
“Don’t do that.”
“No, I wouldn’t. What I mean is, I have this strong urge, and it gets me so crazy inside.”
She whispered, “You know what we should do some time?”
“What’s that?” he asked as Carla circled two fingers and a thumb around his cock. “We ought to let you sit and watch Cody fuck her.”
“Oh shit,” he gasped, flexing his cock in her hand. “No way. I don’t think I could do that. My heart would explode.”
She smiled. “I wouldn’t suggest we do it tonight.”
“Do you think I’ll do this again?”
She began to stroke him a little. “That’s up to you. If Cheyenne has a good time, wants to go again, you know we’re always a phone call away.”
“Wow, I never saw myself like this.”
“No pressure, Byron. Think about it. Think about what she’s doing right now and you’re sitting there watching it happen.”
His stomach sizzled and his eyes closed. His head fell back, and he went into a dreamy space—a black space that he didn’t quite like but didn’t want to leave. Sitting in the room right now, watching Cheyenne suck Cody’s beautiful cock.
Carla was moving, sitting upright, changing positions. She got over him now, breasts hanging down, a smile on her pretty face, urging him to lie back. She kissed his stomach, and he lay a forearm over his brow, feeling heavy and leaden and so incredibly aroused. All of his body tingled, everything focused on one thing. His erection. And his mind was elsewhere. Peripherally aware that it seemed like Carla was going to put it in her mouth, but 99% of its focus on what was happening with his wife across the hall.
Carla kissed his balls, and he groaned, shifted on the bed, scooted toward the center so she could get comfortable. She lay between his open legs, took his balls in her mouth and sucked them.
Between his legs, Carla said, “You’re thinking about Chey sucking Cody’s cock, aren’t you?”
“I can’t stop thinking about it.”
“She’s probably going to town on it right now.” Carla pried his erection upright, ran out her tongue, and licked the belly, drawing her tongue to a point at the very tip, then putting it in her mouth and sinking down. He groaned and cupped her head. Carla was so good at this. Did she know it already? Or did Cody teach her? And if Cody taught her, was Cody teaching Cheyenne right now how to do it so good?
He laughed. The thought was so horrible, so terrible, and yet he loved it. He wanted to be with Cheyenne right now, wanted to know what she was thinking, what she was doing. He cupped hands over his face, kept chuckling as Carla’s head bobbed up and down, his cock fully ensconced in her slippery mouth. She worked him good, that masterful tongue prodding at his testicles, giving good suction, pulling off with a pop. A very wet blow job. Sometimes she would stop lick the head, and smile at him. And every time he did, he tried to picture Cheyenne’s face as her face, and his cock was Cody’s cock.
It didn’t take long. A few minutes ago, he’d thought he was done. Carla said they’d killed it. But it wasn’t over. Carla’s skill was good. All he had to do was sprinkle a little thought of his love and beloved wife with another man right now and he was ejaculating into Carla’s mouth. And Carla didn’t shy away. She chuckled and snorted laughter through her nose while he spewed whatever he had left in his testicles down her throat. She played with his balls, squeezed them, held them in her mouth, and swallowed. Kept him there until it was all over and he was left panting, and his cock began to deflate against her tongue. Then she let it slip from her mouth, very happy with herself, patting his belly. “You were thinking about Cheyenne. I totally know you were.”
“Were you thinking of Cody?” He said from behind an arm laid across his face
“No. I was thinking about you and how you are thinking about Cheyenne.”
“I was totally thinking about Cheyenne.”
“Did you tell Cheyenne she could do that?”
“Suck his cock? She asked if she could. I said she could.”
“No. Come in her mouth.”
His legs drew up, and Carla laughed. She rolled out of the way as he pulled his knees up protectively to his cramping stomach. Would Cody come in his wife’s mouth? He said, “Would you text them again?”
“Leave them alone.” Carla laughed and slapped his thigh.
She studied him for a long moment. “Cody will be back soon. Why don’t you rub my back again? You’re real good at it.”
“Yeah, all right,” he said. “Roll over.”
Carla rolled onto her tummy again and flipped open her laptop. He slipped off the bed, used a towel again to clean himself, returned, and put a few drops of the almond oil on her bare back. He straddled her, began rubbing. They watched Friends together, but his mind was a warm, wet stone.
Fifteen minutes later, Carla’s phone dinged again.
He jumped. “Back rub over,” he said and lay by her side, watching Friends over her shoulder, refraining from screaming at her to check her phone.
Carla reached for it slowly, waited for the scene to end, then checked her phone.
Byron rubbed his face. “What’s going on now?”
“They’re done. Cody’s coming back,” she said, tossing away her phone, closing her laptop, sitting up and spinning to hang her legs off the edge of the bed.
Byron scrambled around her and stood. He began pushing his legs through his shorts, getting his clothing back on. He tided his hair in the mirror, saying, “So I guess that’s it.”
“You were a lot of fun, Byron. We should do this again.”
“It was a lot of fun. Next time . . .”
“I liked everything you did.”
“I’d like to try some other things. Maybe. You know? . . . Yeah, this was good.”
It was uncomfortable. He was unsure how to express what he meant. He’d enjoyed spending time with Carla as an intimate partner. They would go back to being friends now—as best they could—and he didn’t know how to express to her without sounding corny what the session with her had meant.
The door clicked behind him, and he skipped aside, going halfway between Carla as Cody backed into the room, wearing a white terrycloth robe. He closed the door quietly behind him, turned around, and saw Byron. “Hey man, how’s it going? How you guys doing?” He waved to Carla, smoothing her hair back over her shoulders, beautiful breasts gently swaying from side to side.
Carla said, “Hey baby.”
Cody said to Byron, “You good, man?”
“Yeah, how’s Cheyenne?”
Cody performed a silent chef’s kiss, then untied the robe. Byron recognized it as his own roe from his room. Cody shrugged out of it, naked underneath, saying, “Sorry man, had to use your robe. Didn’t want to turn on the light, disturb Chey while I was trying to find my clothes.”
“She’s sleeping?” Cody handed the robe over and Byron held it to his chest, trying not to look down to see naked Cody.
“Not sleeping, just you know . . . Feeling good.” He clapped his hands, then patted Byron on the arm. “How’s my girl?”
Then didn’t even wait for an answer, trotting to Carla, who waited for him with her arms open, still seated on the bed. Byron was left in the redolent reek of Cody’s smell. Some kind of soap or cologne that wasn’t familiar to him. And a sex smell. A sweaty smell. And he’d radiated heat. His cheeks had been flushed and his eyes lively. Even as he approached Carla, he was smoothing his hair back from his face and it stayed in place. His hair was sweat-damp. They’d had a real session. This guy just had sex with Cheyenne for almost two hours. Byron’s stomach squirmed, and he watched Carla and Cody kiss.
He said, “I gotta go. I’m going to go get back to my room.”
“Yeah,” they gasped, their kisses breaking for a second. Carla waved and said, “Night Byron—say hey to Chey.”
“Night, Byron,” Cody said, too, still holding Carla’s neck and looking into her eyes.
But let his eyes sink down and he got a good look at what Carla had described as a beautiful penis. It was. Big and beautiful. It wasn’t even really hard, but just hanging down a few inches below his dangling balls. Smooth and flawless skin, well-proportioned, a large and well-shaped helmet. And as he watched Cody’s cock—took in another man’s genitalia, a manhood his wife was now very familiar with—Cody sat on the bedside as Carla scooted off the bed and dropped between his knees.
She looked up at her husband, saying, “You knocked boots?”
Cody put his hands on the bed behind him, stomach muscles flexing. He said, “We knocked boots, baby. Cheyenne can knock.”
Carla kissed inside his thighs, and then she moaned, gasping, “Oh, I can smell her on you, baby.”
She hefted his bulky and half-aroused cock and pushed it into her mouth. Her head bobbed and then she pulled back with a wet pop.
“Mm, I can taste her on you. She’s so sweet. I can taste her on your balls.”
“I got guts deep in her, baby. Mm, she took me all the way.”
Carla moaned like she was in ecstasy. “She’s delicious.” She resumed sucking with vigor.
Byron’s stomach turned over and his heart tightened in his chest. But it must still be working, because now his temples drummed with a galloping, runaway heartbeat. He turned with his robe clutched to his chest, levered open the door and backed out. As he closed it behind him, Carla was still sucking Cody’s big, beautiful cock.
Comments
Donkatsu
Merry Christmas, KT, and to you all.
Tracey52
Great Xmas present kt. Loving this story. So hot. Have a great Xmas.
KT Morrison
Oh my God, I love it!
JamesIsAsleep
Carla and Cody in 20 years https://giphy.com/gifs/snl-saturday-night-live-will-ferrell-xUOwFTErNZSrUAMBgc
