Summer Swap 3.15

The ratchet snap of the handcuffs releasing woke her. Groggy and out of it still, Lily eased forward on the bed like an inch worm, rubbing her wrists on the bedding to take away the cuffs’ bite on her delicate skin. The man unlocked the stocks on her ankles and she was free at last.

Then her Master’s voice: “You can remove your mask, Lily.”

In one wide-awake motion she snatched away the mask and thrashed around, jumping to the foot of the bed to lock her arm’s around her husband. Her eagerness almost knocked them both to the floor. Arlo held her in his arms, chuckling at her warm reception, guiding her back to the bed. “It’s over, baby,” he whispered. “You are such a good girl.”

He climbed on the bed, her hands all over him, chasing after him as he went up to the pillows to sit back on them and receive her. She curled up on his lap and hugged his neck, laying her cheek on his collar. Arlo tugged half the bedding over to cover them, cover her nudity, and kissed the top of her head.

“It’s over?”

Arlo whispered again, “It’s over, baby.”

“I was a good girl?”

“Such a good girl,” he said, stroking her hair now. That’s when she saw it laying at the foot of the bed. She knew what it was but couldn’t believe it.

“What is that?”

Arlo said, “What’s what, baby?”

“That,” she said in a hoarse whisper, sticking her bare foot out from under the covers so she could point at it with her toes.

Arlo leaned closer to it with his supportive arms holding her. “I think it’s, you know...”

“No.”

“It is, baby,” he whispered, cradling her in his arms.

“Gross,” she complained in a childish whine, then tried kicking at the covers to flick it off the bed but couldn’t do it. “Get it off of here, ew, Daddy, gross.”

Arlo eased her aside and slipped off the bed and she watched as he lifted the dirty, dirty thing with a thumb and finger, the gross old condom hanging down with the heaviness of Cody Weber’s sperm in the reservoir tip. He’d left his condom tied up on the bed. it had been on his penis. It had been inside her.

“Take it away, Daddy,” she said when Arlo didn’t run screaming out of the room with it like she would want him to. Arlo held it away from him, the thing swaying as he went into the bathroom with it and she called after him, telling him to flush it down the toilet.

“You’re not supposed to flush things like that, Lily.”

“Throw it in the ocean!”

Her Master told her the windows in there don’t open, Lily, and he wasn’t going to litter and when she whined that it wasn’t enough to just throw it in the waste bin, he said, “You’re going to have to be a good girl, Lily.”

She pouted and crossed her arms, saying in a quiet petulant voice, “I am a good girl.”

Arlo stared at her, a patient expression but one that showed she was very close to getting the paddle if she wasn’t better with her manners. The he stepped on the waste bin’s pedal and dropped the used condom into the garbage. The lid closed.

She felt a little childish now, and she softened and thanked her Daddy.

“It’s all gone, baby, the bad thing is gone and you won’t see it again,” he said, returning to the bed. “Okay?”

She nodded and held out her arms, remembered she was naked and crossed one arm over her bare boobies. Arlo opened the bed covers properly and she climbed off them so she could get underneath with her Master. They cuddled under the bedding, her naked, Arlo in shorts and a T-shirt. She kissed his chest and neck and slithered all over him like the world’s loneliest snake. Arlo held her, hugged her, cradled her. He asked her if she was sure she was okay.

“I am, Daddy.”

“You sure? He wasn’t bad to you?”

“No,” she said, shaking her in adamant wags. If the man was bad to her then her Daddy had failed her and her Daddy would never fail her.

“Was he good to you, Lily?” His voice was lower, more serious, almost concerned.

She said, “He wasn’t you,” and pooched out her lower lip.

* * *

Sully couldn’t believe how fast he’d made Scarlet come. Wished he’d lasted longer himself, but those were the breaks. You couldn’t have everything. His toes curled as he pulled out of Scarlet—who’d collapsed against Philippe, hugging him. Fucking incredible. Incredible. They were working like a team and he didn’t even feel jealous, only felt pleased she’d come so hard.

So hard, she was slow to recover, and Philippe had to let her down onto the bed, setting her down on her back with her eyes rolled up and glassy, her mouth trying to say something funny, some quip, but her lips sticking together. She was such a beautiful thing, such a wonder to look at. To love.

But just as Scarlet spread out on the bedding, naked and on her back, Philippe got over her on all fours and at first Sully thought he would try to fuck her with that horse dong— All the electricity returned in a split second and his semen-dripping rod, deflating between his legs, shot to life again. In a few pumps of his heart his flagging member went ramrod straight, ready for action. All this when Philippe did nothing to put his cock inside Scarlet, only kissed her neck and collar, doing it smooth and nice while Scarlet came back to the land of the living, blinking and looking up at the ceiling, her hands doing absent caressing on Philippe’s shoulders.

Then Philippe’s kisses traveled lower, going down to her breasts, his tongue—holy fuck, another man’s tongue!—dancing over her nipples, making her squirm a little, then lower still those kisses went, over her ribs and lingering around her tight navel. Scarlet’s eyes widened, just as Sully’s did, the both of them realizing their friend’s intent and not knowing how they thought of it. Well, at least Sully didn’t know what he thought of it. Scarlet, on the other hand, went from unsure to sure in a second, raising her knees and closing her thighs against Philippe’s bearded face, kissing lower now and mouthing on her mound. Sully closed his knees with the spike of insane lust the sight provoked. Then opened them fast, gripping his cock and stroking it, heart pounding with a thunderous desire to get in between them and fuck his wife again.

But he stayed calm, watching instead of participating, letting Philippe have a turn, trusting this guy would know what to do since he had more experience than them. he sure seemed to have no squeamishness, tonguing and mouthing Scarlet’s full pussy while his semen had just filled her up a moment ago. Bisexual, indeed, and Sully nodded with a decision to respect such bold courage. Scarlet sure loved it. That was clear. She knew he’d come inside her and knew how that went. She would be wet with his seed for a while, and Philippe was between her legs mouth-pleasuring her and lapping it all up. It was bad. It was dirty. And it sent his wife into the fucking stratosphere. her eyes were crazed, open wide but unseeing, her mouth opened to a shocked O shape, no sound coming out, just jaw opening and closing in awe, her knees easing in and out on Philippe’s ears, her toes pointed and scrunched.

Then the gasps came; quick excited chuffs coming in irregular bursts as each lap of Philippe’s tongue tickled another new and libertine curd of the brain matter that fired up his wife’s sex engines. The things Philippe did between her legs had Scarlet’s twin-V8s racing into the red zone, her sex shaft glowing fire hot as she went into overdrive. The cries of ecstasy called from her in a sudden thunderclap as she came around Philippe’s magical tongue. And as Philippe smiled with success, Sully could see now that Philippe not only pleased his wife’s well-fucked and semen-leaking pussy, he had a big middle finger plunging in and out of her bottom.

Now it was Sully’s turn for his eyes to roll up as an overwhelming lust rolled him over and tried to claim his consciousness like a big wave coming to shore and looking to sweep him out to the big, scary sea.

It might have been the dirtiest thing he’d ever seen.

And maybe the most amazing.

A hand patted his knee and it brought him awake, looking down to see it was Philippe, urging him into action.

“Huh?”

“Fuck her,” Philippe said, smiling, a sense of urgent duty in his voice that made Sully aware this was a thing he and Philippe were doing together: they were working Scarlet, working her orgasm, taking turns on duty, each of them riding her wave as it built higher off the last one.

He was quick to get between his wife’s legs, watching her beautiful face as he slid inside her again, the eyes widening, the look of twisted pleasure. And as his hips began to moil against Scarlet’s, fully inside her, Philippe rested a hand on his lower back, up and down with his work.

“Look at her face,” Philippe said, lusty and into it, enjoying the sexual deluge they were delivering to Scarlet.

And Scarlet’s face was in beautiful ecstasy, gone off to a distant place where she couldn’t snap back at the to stop staring at her like he would expect her to.

“Open your legs a bit, buddy, let me get my hand in there,” Philippe said and before he could ask Philippe, “Get your hand in where?” he was already opening his legs wider.

Philippe’s hand went over Sully’s ass and between his legs and for a second he thought the guy was going to grab his bean bag. His balls clutched up high, disappearing inside his body and in so doing, his cock flexed. At the feel of his cabling cock Scarlet gasped with more delight, panting and chuffing.

Philippe didn’t grab his balls, instead he pleasured Scarlet’s back hole. Judging by the sound and the face she just made as Philippe’s arm snugged up against Sully’s ass, his hand doing something down there and it wasn’t to Sully.

Sully rolled his hips forward, getting even deeper, rocking his wife’s pelvis back so Philippe could get a better space to do his magic, then he fucked his wife deep and slow while Philippe fingered her ass, watching her face the whole time as it went through a whole series of emotions and wild expressions. She came again. And then again another time her thighs trembled around his waist.

Sully withdrew, lightheaded, cock throbbing, the end inch like a hair-trigger, one errant gust of wind could get him ejaculating, and said to Philippe, “You lay down. Get on your back, okay?”