Summer Swap 5: Byron and Carla

By KT Morrison

Byron’s pampered and prepped, and Cheyenne’s ready to throw her husband into Carla’s tiger cage. At least she thinks she’s ready.

This seemed like the right thing, the honorable thing to do since her husband was so understanding and accepting of her own nefarious proclivities of the unclothed kind.

But Carla is vivacious, voluptuous, an accomplished swinger with all kinds of bedroom tactics. How can petty Cheyenne Bishop do this?

The way her husband did.

Carla is a female version of Cody: a high-octane mattress-scorcher. Both of them are human reproduction (oh boy, and pleasure!) personified. Byron watched her with Cody—and Cody did the wildest things to her.

If they’re going to make it as a couple, loving Byron and loving Cheyenne, she’s going to have to be as generous as her husband.

It’s going to take Olympic strength to be as giving and forgiving as Byron...

• Language: English
• Publisher: KT Morrison
• Release date: May 1, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215492260

KT Morrison

KT Morrison writes stories about women who fall in love with sexy men who aren't their husband, and loving relationships that go too far—couples who open a mysterious door, then struggle to get it closed as trouble pushes through the threshold.

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CHAPTER 1

Lily stood in the corner like a scolded child, facing the door hinges in the small alcove beside the archway from bathroom into the bedroom, Byron and Cheyenne and Lily together in Cody and Carla’s suite. Chey looked to Byron, and her husband looked as befuddled as she was. There was being funny and acting a part, and there was going too far with it to the point you were a weirdo. Lily was on the brink of the weirdo classification. Cheyenne wasn’t so sure she should laugh anymore.

She said, Lily, you don’t even have to be here. If you’re freaked out, go sit on Carla’s bed.

Yeah, Byron agreed, we’ll cover for you, say you helped.

Lily huffed, then turned in place, eyes rolled up and to the side. Her bottom lip pooched out. She said, Arlo will be mad if I don’t.

Ugh, Cheyenne said. "Your husband can’t make you do anything, Lily."

No, not like that, Lily said, a flash of a smile at one corner of her mouth. She twisted her hands together like she was nervous, one bare foot was crossed over the other. I can’t lie to to him, so I can’t sit on the bed.

Yeah, you can, Cheyenne said to her. I’ll tell him you can and we’ll see if he wants to argue about it.

Lily said, It’s not like that, Cheyenne, her voice soft and sweet.

As Lily stood twisting at the hips like she was reluctant but working up the nerve to do what she came in here for, Cheyenne looked to Byron again. Byron whispered something to her, but it was so quiet it might as well have been inaudible. She mouthed back to him, What?

He looked angry, like it was her fault, and got closer. I swear, he whispered, Lily called Arlo her Daddy.

Oh, get out of here, she said and clucked her tongue. Byron and his conspiracy theories. Then, Come on, Lily. You want a blindfold or something?—Byron, hand me a towel, I’ll make one for her.

No, no, Cheyenne, Lily sighed. I’m a big girl. She shook her hands out, even smiling a little. It lightened Chey up, Lily defusing the weirdness. "I have to be involved."

Not if you don’t want to be. Do you want to be?

Lily showed the slightest sign of irritation, angling her head in a defiant way. Yes, I want to be. Stop trying to talk me out of it.

Byron said, We just want to be sure you’re cool with all of this.

"I am cool."

Byron said, Yeah, but the way you were in the corner...

Just forget that, Lily said. Let’s start over.

Byron looked to Chey and she shrugged.

Why on earth would Carla have sent Lily along for this dared task? They were trying to leave Lily out of this, trying to preserve Lily and Arlo’s sanctity by sneaking their depravity sessions behind their nicer friends’ backs. One answer was obvious: Carla did it to dominate Cheyenne.

Carla sent Lily along so Chey wouldn’t ruin Byron’s surprise; Carla was dominating her by assigning to her the grooming of her own husband for another woman’s sexual enjoyment. Putting her in her place and elevating Byron like he was the chosen one. And she kind of deserved it, too. The guy had been good to her when she’d been her worst to him. Sometimes the guilt over that realization came in nauseous waves, remembering what she’d done and how she must have looked at first to her own husband.

Chey said to Lily, We can start over, if you’d like to.

Carla sending Lily along robbed Chey of an intimate moment with her husband. Though she was preparing Byron to be devoured by Carla, it would be fun to mitigate the act with compassion and honesty. How could she do that in front of Lily without revealing all they’d been up to behind Lily’s back?

But what if she brought Lily in? What if she didn’t let Carla spoil this moment with Byron?

Maybe she would go ahead and spill the beans, let Lily know what they were up to around here when Lily and Arlo weren’t looking.

Okay, Lily said.

You know what we’re doing here, right?

Lily said yes again, looking tense, yet somehow, underneath it all, Chey detected amusement from their shy and proper friend. It wasn’t impossible that Lily opposed this sort of behavior—it had only been considered unlikely. An the truth was, as much as this was Carla’s idea for Lily to tag along, it was still at Arlo’s behest. Arlo had accepted Lily’s involvement. Maybe they even wanted to be drawn into the game played behind their backs.

Now Chey said, And you’re going to help me, right?

Lily nodded.

Byron said, You know what we’re here for?

I do.

Chey said, Doesn’t it surprise you?

Lily shrugged, looking aside, her expression uncomfortable.

"You’re not surprised, are you? You know something’s going on."

Byron looked at Chey, eyebrows tented, eyes narrowed in scrutiny; an expression she took to suggest he wasn’t sure she should be divulging this to Lily.

But Lily said, You guys are doing bad things, right?

The way she’d whispered it, the way her chin dimpled, it reminded Chey of a child, like an innocent—not a woman who was in a bathroom on the instruction to shave a stranger’s genitals.

There was something about Lily’s timidity, her innocence, that lured corruption from her she hadn’t anticipated. Lily’s purity—when Lily was a grown up woman already, one who should be able to handle something like this as a big girl—almost angered her. Angered her to the point of domination, wanting to show this waif how big girls really acted.

Chey and Byron stood side by side facing Lily, and now Chey rested her hand on her husband’s shoulder. He looked to her and she said, You’re going to have to take your clothes off.

A twitch of fear flexed in Byron’s eyes, a slight flash of realization that this moment didn’t have anything to do with Lily, Lily’s timidity, Lily’s involvement at all... It had everything to do with him getting his junk shaved. He scratched his chest, his mind gone blank, her husband looking to stall.

We can’t shave it with your shorts on.

I know, he said, smirking. You’re sure you’re okay with this, Lily?

Lily whispered, I saw it already, then showed a bashful smile. Chey patted Byron’s shoulder, encouraging him to undress. Byron’s hands went to his shorts button and paused there, ready to unhook it.

Chey said, We’re preparing Byron for ritual sacrifice, Lily.

Byron showed her a skeptical and unimpressed side-eye. Oh, you are, are you?

Lily said, That sounds so scary.

Scary? Chey said, I think it sounds kind of fun. Can you search Carla’s cupboards for some shave cream?

Lily trotted past, squatting and opening cupboards. Byron unzipped his shorts, but she put out a hand to slow him down, still watching Lily. They’d worked so hard at keeping what they were doing from Arlo and Lily and yet here Lily was, out of the blue, enjoined in their game, acting reluctant yet engaged anyhow.

Was it suspicious? Chey asked Lily, You and Carla aren’t up to something, are you?

Lily looked over her shoulder like a scolded kid. No, she said, shaking her head, looking puzzled. What do you mean?

I mean, behind our backs—like, is something going on with you guys and Carla and Cody? If you know what I mean.

Lily still remained puzzled. What do you mean?

Byron said, Hanky panky.

Lily giggled at the phrase, then covered her mouth.

Byron whispered, I don’t think so, Chey.

When she looked over at her husband, she could see the strong desire he had to get going on having her and another woman shave his penis and balls. It made her smile.

Chey was to Lily as Scarlet was to Chey, at least that’s how he saw it.

There were degrees of dominance, and when you congregated a population, those degrees could be ossified and seen in a cross slice. On this yacht, for example, Byron would place Carla at the top layer; Scarlet below Carla. And Chey, an otherwise good and obedient human, mimicked her good buddy Scarlet’s principles when a suitable subject presented itself. The subject being Lily. Chey would be drawn to Lily’s timidity, to perform the role Scarlet performed for Chey. The sight of his Cheyenne unshackled from her own bonds of obedience was arousing and erotic. Once unshackled Chey assumed the role the same way Scarlet did for her: one of understanding and nurturing, and instructive guidance.

The situation he’d been thrusted into had prompted an iron-rod boner before he’d even made it to the bathroom with the two women who Carla instructed to shave his frank and beans. But now, in this revelation of his wife’s character, a juicy turbo blast raced through