Summer Swap 4.14

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 his member and his hands shook while taking his shorts and underwear down, excited to reveal it to them. Excited to reveal it to Lily, a shy and innocent woman drawn into the rest of the groups’ games, and showing timid reluctance.

When his shorts pooled around his ankles, he thrusted his hips forward, shoving his glorious erection towards the women. Chey cooed and stroked a hand down his stomach. He shivered and flexed, and a silvery pulse of precum surged, a long shimmering strand emitting from his tip and drooling to the floor. Lily watched it. And Lily watching it produced more flexing, more precum. Chey cooed again and Lily’s eyebrows raised.

Then Lily, without looking away, eyes still on his throbbing erection, spritzed a thick dollop of Cody’s shave cream into the palm of one hand. Chey chuckled at the spritzing sound, and a wicked backsplash that sent a splatter of shave cream onto the waist of Lily’s dress.

Chey said to Lily, “You’re going to do the honors?”

Lily’s eyes wandered up from Byron’s dick to look at Chey. “Can I?”

Chey nodded.

The whole spectacle was unbelievable, and he was beginning to think he’d fallen asleep and this was all some perverted dream. Then he asked, “Maybe you guys should take your things off. . . . So you don’t get messy.”

Chey looked at him with a strange but warm gaze. “You’re not going to come all over us, are you?”

He said, “I meant messy with shaving c-cream.”

Lily shook her head no in quick adamant wags, her lips pursed to fine lines.

“You don’t have to take your things off, Lily,” Chey said. “Besides, I think it’s hotter if we stay clothed and our subject gets all the way naked.” She ran her nails down his chest. “How about losing the shirt, buddy?”

“Okay,” Byron said, not needing to be asked twice, pulling up his shirt and tossing it away, now standing stark naked before two beautiful women. His cock nodded with his pounding heartbeat, veins bulging out, his cock head swollen to its fullest flared proportion. A smile came to his face and for some strange reason he felt guilty about having so much fun right in front of his wife.

But there Chey was, showing him that affectionate look. Then Chey said to Lily, “Lather his cock and balls up. Careful, though, sometimes my man can go off without warning.” And if he thought he should be insulted, Chey’s eyes narrowed, and she ran those nails down his chest again, this time across his bare skin. His whole body tingled with electric current as she said, “He’s got one virile sex rocket. Always ready for action.”

Lily shuffled closer—again, the act of a younger girl—and sucked her lips between her teeth, her attention at his manhood.

He said, “Always ready for act—”

Then blubbered and went woozy as Lily’s foamy hand cupped his balls with the cool, ticklish dollop of shave cream. His knees went to jelly and his eyes rolled up with the most outrageous and exquisite pleasure. Lily’s hand stroked the slick, velvety cream up the underside of his shaft, and he wobbled where he stood, consciousness going hazy for a moment.

Chey said, “Don’t come. Not yet.”

Already his mind was rationalizing chasing down the orgasmic pleasure he craved. “But I can get hard right away again, Chey. You know that. Sex rocket, remember?”

Lily’s hand formed a soft grip on his rod and his toes curled, squeaking on Cody and Carla’s tiled bathroom floor. Chey chuckled, reminding Lily to be careful and go slow—and Lily was—saying then, “Sex rocket or not, Byron baby, I have plans for you tonight, and I’d rather you saved yourself up and not lose your juice on an appetizer.”

“Ap-appetizer, huh? Wh-what’ve you got in mind?”

Chey studied his face, eyes going up and down, surmising him. “Why are we shaving you?”

“Because Carla said so.”

“Right, and that means...?”

He shrugged, head lolling on his neck at the feel of Lily’s careful hand coating his equipment in lather.

Lily smiled, whispering, “That means...” still watching her hand work, preparing him for the blade, and seeming to have fun despite no one thinking Arlo and Lily would go for this sort of thing.

Then, right to Lily, who wasn’t supposed to know anything about what they were all up to, Chey said, “We’re going to shave his cock and balls down, Lily, and I’m going to throw my lucky husband into Carla’s tiger cage like a juicy piece of meat.”