Summer Swap 6-6

Arlo drove her to shore by jet ski and they traveled around St. John to the next island, the East End of St. Thomas, and docked at a resort’s marina somewhere near Sapphire Beach. They rented a scooter and two big starship helmets at the resort, and she hugged Arlo’s back, with her sneakers tucked behind his on the scooter’s footboard, as they zipped along the narrow coastal roads until they were in Charlotte Amalie, the islands’ capital city; population 18,000. Mostly islanders, but a lot of tourists, two extra this afternoon, all the way from Manhattan. The sun shone in the perfect way it only can on those tropical vacation days spent with the wonderful human being you loved.

They didn’t do lunch—that gosh darn French toast was so filling—but once they got to Charlotte Amalie, the first place they stopped was a little spot by the deepwater harbor where you could get coffee, coconut ice, and/or ice cream. Arlo ordered a coconut cold brew coffee, and she got ice cream in a sugary waffle cone, peachy pineapple, and she shared it with Arlo. Then they went shopping at the tourist traps, but they couldn’t really buy anything because they had to drive the scooter back to the resort, and couldn’t transport too much on it.

But now, straight ahead, was the surprise location she tricked Arlo into coming to shore for. When she saw it, and saw it was open (she couldn’t be sure from their website if it would be or not), she took Arlo’s hand and skipped ahead, pulling him along a narrow passageway of old colonial harbor front warehouses, converted into shops. Her light cotton skirt danced around her thighs, getting really close to showing off to the other foot traffic that this naughty young lady went out today without her little girl underwear on. When Arlo swatted at her skirt, trying to keep it down and not reveal her pinkest of secrets, she whipped her hand from his grip and swatted his other, scolding him with: “Daddy!” It turned questioning faces their way and now Arlo wouldn’t say a thing and he would keep his hands to himself.

She swished around, flipping up the rear of her skirt and falling against her husband, making him catch and support her. Arlo hugged her, and she put her face up to his, looking down at her. She said, “Can you tap my crown, please?”

“Your crown?”

She wiggled her bottom against his crotch. “I can’t tell if it’s still there, Daddy. Will you check for me?”

“What is going on with you today?” Arlo smiled, his handsome eyes narrowing on hers. “You’re being so wild.”

She persisted. “Is it still there?”

Arlo snuffled a small laugh, then looked around, waiting for a moment where he thought no one would notice. His hand wedged between their bodies, his warm palm stroking across the cool flesh of her bare bottom. Then his fingertips found her “crown,” and jiggled it, the crown being the base knob of her butt plug. It made her gasp, then squeal, her nipples hardening, as she jumped away from him and shoved her skirt down to protect herself, scolding him with another: “Daddy!” This time he didn’t shy away, stepping forward on the path and embracing her from behind again.

He said in a low, whispering growl, “If you can’t tell it’s in, we’re going to have to find my little girl a much bigger plug. Don’t worry, that’s good news for a Daddy. You wear my plug to stretch that pretty little back hole—if you’re ready for a bigger plug, we’re so much closer to the night your Daddy fucks that perfect sweet ass of yours.” He crotch-humped her bottom so hard he shot her a stumbling step forward, then smacking her bare ass before her skirt came down.

She wheeled around so fast her sneaker heels squealed on the stone pavers. Arlo looked startled by her reaction. She said, “Arlo...”

He tried to look innocent. “Was that bad?”

Her cheeks burned and her heart pounded in her eardrums. She scooted closer to him. “That was not for public use.”

“Oh, sorry,” he said.

She hugged him, giving two good squeezes, overwhelmed by his unexpected dirty talk.

“It’s good,” she said, “no, it’s really good,” letting him go and stepping back, folding arms over her chest to hide her hurting nipples, giving her breasts a small hidden squeeze to ease some discomfort. “You, uh, just, yeah, save that one for the bedroom. Wow.” Like tonight.

Arlo looked proud, bouncing his eyebrows at her and showing a sexy stare.

She took his hand again, this time in both of hers, and pulled him along, walking backward up the alleyway, an uphill climb leading away from the shops on Dronningens Gade.

Arlo asked, “Where are you taking me, Lily?” His tone was suspicious and had a nice level of Daddy in it—the foreboding kind. What she planned could get her in big, big trouble.

She pulled on Arlo with only one hand now, lengthening her stride, loping ahead with her husband in tow. “You’ll see,” she sang, ahead of them, on both sides of the thin uphill roadway, colonial storefronts in bright pastel colors that reminded her of meringues.

* * *

Sully thought about it a little longer, then looked over at him. “So, you think she’s punishing you?”

That’s not what he’d had in mind, but Sully’s interpretation made Byron pause to think, screwdriver held near his lips, ready to drink. “That’s not what I meant. But is that what you think?”

“I thought that was your point,” Sully said, leaning Byron’s way over the arm of his lounger.

Now it was Byron’s turn for prolonged contemplation, sitting in his lounger, holding his third cocktail of the afternoon and looking out at the Caribbean. They sat on identical loungers on the rear deck of the third level, near the hot tub. They each enjoyed a beverage or two or more, had their shirts off, getting some sun.

“Maybe I’d almost prefer that?” Sully asked him why and he said, “Because then she’d lying about wanting intimacy with Cody, just pretending so she can try to hurt my feelings. You know, the way I hurt her feelings without even knowing I did it.”

Sully said, “I can’t believe she watched you and Carla.”

“Watched us sleeping,” he said.

“More we talk about it, more I think maybe Chey is punishing you.”

“She seemed mad about it, mad about Scarlet, I mean.”

“I’ll see if I can find out from Scar if Chey is legit or not.”

Byron turned to face Sully again, and Sully paused his swig to look back. “What?”

“Would Chey have a reason to be mad if she really does have, gulp, feelings for Cody she might like to explore?”

Sully showed him a face like he was crazy, saying then, “Like what, we had a little marriage ceremony last night, we’re all polyculed up now with the Codester?”

Byron kept a straight face. “Did you?”

“No,” Sully said, drinking, then swallowing, holding his glass on his shorts waistband to protect his skin from the icy cold. “But he did propose.”

“Wow. Down on one knee, the whole deal?”

“Yup,” Sully said, turning his face up to the sun and closing his eyes. “Scar was a little taken aback, but it turns out it’s me Cody wanted. We’re getting hitched in the fall.”

“Aw, Scar. Always the bridesmaid. Still, fall weddings are beautiful. Hope she cheers up by then. . . . Seriously, dick head, what did you guys do last night?”

* * *

What happened last night, Byron?

How would he tell him? How would he put in words what he watched Scarlet do, what he himself participated in; the things that turned him on like crazy last night...

He said, “Cody watched me and Scar have sex.”

“Really. That’s it, that’s all?”

“No, I mean... Scar didn’t have sex with him or anything.” She would have. “Cody helped out.”

“Helped out how?”

“You really want to know?”

“I bet it’s a good story.”

“Well, you’re not wrong. I was, you know, doing it with her, and Cody, uh, used his hand to help Scar out a little.”

Byron exhaled. “Hoo. That is kind of hot.”

“Yeah. It sure worked for Scar. . . . You don’t mind me talking about her this way, eh?”

Byron looked his way, eyes peering over the top of his sunglasses. “Please. I should be used to this by now.”

“Still feels a little weird, though.”

“Not at all,” Byron said, turning his face up to the sun again. “Enough’s happened I’m already started to get jaded.”

Sully laughed. “Mr. Big Shot over here, bags Carla Weber, claims to have done a real number on her, too, now he’s over the whole swinging, swapping thing. Fuck, dude, I already bought you a velvet robe for your birthday. What, I gotta return it now?”

“Did it already ship?”

They both chuckled, then went quiet for a moment, soaking in the rays. Then he said it.

“Scar, like... sucked his dick.”

“Cody’s dick?”

“Who else’s dick?”

“No, I know, it’s just, I’m surprised. You made it sound like nothing really happened.”

“That’s something?”

“Your wife sucking another man’s dick? I’d say that’s something.”

Sully stared at Byron, sunning himself, unperturbed now. Chey had put the guy through the wringer, but he got what he wanted last night, and was Joe Cool now. He was kind of envious.

“Sure-sure. I guess. She, uh, he uh... Cody came in her mouth.”

Byron said nothing, still tanning, but then adjusted his shorts like the idea that his friend’s wife sucked another man’s cock while old Sully watched, then that other guy came in her mouth, was arousing.

Shit. It was arousing. He’d watched it happen. He came watching it happen.

He said, “That’s okay, right?”

“What do you mean? Didn’t you guys do that whole thing with Philippe the other night?”

“Yeah, we did. But like...”

Byron rolled his head Sully’s way on the lounger’s pillow. “Like what?”

Sully ruffled his own hair and growled with frustration. “I think I’m fucking getting addicted to it.”

Byron had a good, long laugh.

“I’m serious, dude,” he said, adamant. “It was just so wrong. I mean, so wrong. So, so wrong... and it’s Scarlet. It’s Scarlet doing really bad things.”

“You guys sound like you’re having a blast.”

“I really am. And, whoa, Byron, while she did it, while she sucked Cody’s cock? . . . I was fucking her.”

Byron adjusted his shorts again. “This might be too much for daytime television, buddy.”

But now Sully was worked up, reliving the whole erotic ordeal all over again, the sounds Scarlet made, the way she made love to Cody’s big perfect dick with her mouth, the way her hand squeezed and stroked his cock while he shot his load in her mouth. The way she swallowed it, the sounds of appreciation when she swallowed it...

He jumped up from the lounger, setting his empty glass down on the side table. His cock poked his swim trunks out in a sharp tent. Byron asked him what was wrong, and he said, “Nothing. I just gotta go find Scarlet right away.”