SUMMER SWAP 2 // Chapter 23

Scarlet shivered with excitement at her husband’s dirty request. “You want me to do it?”

“I know you want to, you fucking minx.” Sully’s expression was one of sly confidence, and his arousal was turning her on like crazy.

“Fucking minx? Where did you get that one?”

“Never mind where I got it from,” he said, “just tell—”

“Somebody’s been watching old movies.”

She loved to see him smile when he was horny. It showed off all the charm she fell in love with. He wasn’t just her husband. In so many ways, Sully was her best friend. A great partner in crime. “Tell me what you want,” she said.

“Look at you trying to make me say I want it when it’s you who wants it.”

She sneered and said, “What if it’s both of us?”

Sully chuckled menacingly, then began beating his hips against hers, his perfect cock filling her up and making liquid pleasure flood her pussy like honey.

Sully held her hands above her head. “What are you going to do to him?”

She said, “I told you already.”

“All that dirty talk?”

She nodded

Sully eyed her suspiciously. “I thought it was just dirty talk.”

“It was so, so dirty,” she said, smiling and laughing with him.

“You just want to play with his dick?”

“Uh-huh,” she said with flirtatious flair.

Sully growled. “You are so dirty.”

“Look who’s talking,” she said.

“What does that mean?”

“You came in my best friend’s face tonight.”

Sully showed her a shocked and offended face that made her laugh, and she knew what he was going to say before he said it.

“You did that!”

They both laughed then embraced each other and rolled around, kissing and fucking.

In a break, Sully over top of her again, she looked into his eyes. “How is this happening—how can we be doing this?”

“I don’t know. But I like it. I like it a lot,” he said, his eyes narrowing to slits as he studied her. She felt exposed and examined and didn’t mind it at all. It wasn’t like she had deep-seated kinks. She probably wouldn’t do this thing at all if it weren’t with Sully.

She said, “What’s your verdict? Am I a bad person?”

Sully pondered it, eyes on hers, drawing his cock out in slow increments, then easing himself back inside her again, getting her gasping.

“If you are,” he said, “then I’m insanely in love with a bad person.”

She said, “That makes you bad, too.”

“Uh-huh,” he said.

“We’re a couple of rotten eggs, you and me.”

“I’ve got myself a wife who loves dicks.”

“I do love them,” she said, and it made Sully groan with painful delight.

He lowered his mouth to hers, kissed her, bit at her neck and collar. He said, “I saw you put your hand on Cody’s.”

“He’s got an amazing dick.” No point in being shy anymore.

“You’re driving me crazy. You fucking held Cody’s dick and helped guide it inside Chey.”

“You saw that thing. You can’t tell me that’s not a gold-medal dick.”

“You’re so fucking hot,” he groaned. “So dirty hot.”

“Am I wrong?”

“About Cody’s dick?”

“Yeah.”

Sully rolled his eyes. “Yeah. Whatever. The guy has a big dick.”

“It’s not just big. It’s straight and so, like, balanced.”

“Balanced?”

“Proportionate. Head to shaft. His cock head is a work of art.”

Sully’s mouth fell open, shocked. His cock throbbed inside her; she swore he was getting even harder. He said, “You really love dicks, baby.”

She winced in acknowledgment of how crazy it was to admit it. She whispered, “I even like Byron’s.”

Sully chuckled. “What do you mean, even?”

“You know what I mean.” Now she rolled her eyes around. Byron wasn’t hung. “But he’s got a sexy dick.”

“Holy shit,” he said, like he was honestly amazed. “You really are something. You really love dick.”

“That’s right,” Scarlet said, nonchalant, shrugging like now the truth was out, it was no big deal.

Sully stilled, admiring her, licking his lower lip. He said, “I think it’s hot. I think you’re sexy.”

“Thank you,” she said, and showed him her proudest look.

“Oh my God,” he said, laughing. “I’m going to fuck you all night.”

“I might be into that.”

“All right then,” he said. “This is some exciting new territory. Start from the beginning.”

She said, “What beginning?”

“Tell me what you want to do with Philippe.”

“First,” she said, smiling, eyes narrowed and devious, “I’m going to need a ruler…”

* * *

Lily walked ahead of Arlo into their suite, his wife’s light cotton dress swishing around her hips. He closed the door behind them and watched his wife as she entered their room, went straight to the bed and drew back the top sheet for them. He followed her into the bathroom.

It was love at first sight when he met Lily. She says it was the same. He was in culinary school, she was in art school at NYU. A sculptor. The prettiest and purest thing he had ever seen. Pale blonde hair and big blue eyes. Her hair was the lightest hair he’d ever felt go through his fingers. It was like silk. She’d been a prim and proper and shy girl, and when they fell in love, she showed him with those big puppy dog eyes she would do anything he wanted, and follow him to the ends of the earth.

In the bathroom, he stood behind her at the sink, both of them ready for bed. He rubbed her shoulders, and she smiled for him in the mirror’s reflection. He put his mouth and nose into her ponytail and breathed her in. He said, “I thought about you all day.”

Lily’s light body fell back against his, and he put his arms around her shoulders, his hands clasping his own forearms at her collar. He admired her beauty with her eyes closed.

Lily said, “I thought about you, too.”

He smiled with sly knowledge. “I’m sure you did.”

She brushed her fingernails across his forearm. “What did you think about?

“I thought about you. I thought about you with Cody. Did you have fun?”

She nodded like a little girl with a happy little smile.

He said, “What did you guys do?”

“We went to shore. We went shopping.”

“Where did you eat?”

She shook her head no. “We didn’t eat. But Cody bought me a milkshake.”

“What flavor?” He eased back from her, let his hands drift across her collar to her shoulders, his fingers hooking in the shoulder straps of her light dress.

“Mint, Daddy,” she said.

“My baby loves mint.”

“I do,” she said emphatically, nodding, still with her eyes closed.

He let the dress fall to the floor. Her skin was creamy and pale. She wore nothing under her silk dress. Her soft blushing-pink nipples hardened before his eyes. “How was the jet ski?”

“Fun,” she said, her voice soft now, like she knew what he would want to ask her next.

“Uncomfortable?”

Lily’s face transformed in the mirror, that soft, happy look slackening to something more fretful. Her brows knit together and her eyes opened. Her cute pink mouth narrowed to a plump point, and she nodded.

“Good,” he said. “I wanted you thinking of me the whole time.”

“I was,” she said with a small measure of petulance.

More sternly now, he said, “And you were a good girl?”

“You know I was,” she said and swayed her hips, then pushed her rump against his crotch.

His hands drifted down to the narrow of her slim waist, moving to the swell of her perfect little bottom. He patted it lightly, and Lily made a small squealing sound. He put a hand in the center of her back and guided her to bend forward. Lily placed her palms on the marble counter on either side of the sink, her engagement diamond winking in the overhead halogen. He smoothed a palm over both her butt cheeks, then his two middle fingers parted her slender butt crack. The pads of his two middle fingers tapped like a metronome on the small circular base of the butt plug he’d placed inside her bottom this morning. “You were a good girl,” he said.

“I told you, Daddy,” Lily purred.

“You ready for bed now?”

She nodded again, and with two fingers and a thumb, Arlo pinched the end of the butt plug and eased it from inside his wife’s bottom. Lily munched her lips and made a scowling expression in the mirror. He said, “That must’ve been some JetSki ride.”

“I thought of you the whole time,” she said.

“That’s my good girl.” He reached around her and put the heavy plug in the sink, where it rattled and spun until it came to a rest. Her bottom must have been pounded by his plug during the ride to shore, Cody bouncing on all the waves he could find. “Is that better?”

“Thank you, Daddy,” she said.

“Are you going to brush your teeth?”

Lily nodded, picked up her toothbrush and squeezed out a half-inch of her strawberry burst toothpaste. While she scrubbed her teeth, he undid her ponytail, took the large paddle brush off the counter, and began to stroke it through her long, silky hair. When she spat out the last of her toothpaste and rinsed her mouth with a cup of water, he told her to go put on her PJs. Lily darted off, skipping to the dresser, pulling open the bottom drawer and retrieving her long-sleeve two-piece pajama set. The ones with the unicorns. He watched her happily dress, humming a bouncy song to herself, and he squeezed his growing erection through his shorts. Then he did his own teeth, scrubbing quickly, hurrying to join his wife in bed. He didn’t need to ask if she wanted to make love tonight. Lily was showing him what she wanted. She was little. She was little, and he was her Daddy, and that was fine with him. All he ever wanted was to make his Lily happy.

He slipped in next to her, Lily laying in bed already, on her back with her head on the pillow, arms on top of the covers. He went to an elbow and cupped her cool cheek. “You want me to read you a story?”

Lily thought about it, her cute mouth swishing from side to side, and then she shook her head no. She said, “I’m tired.”

“You ready to close your eyes?”

“Uh-huh,” she said and nodded.

“Me too,” he said.

She asked, “Can we snuggle?”

“Big spoon or little spoon?”

Lily smiled and said, “Little spoon,” flipped to her side and pushed her back against him. He settled the covers over both of them and hugged her, kissing the back of her ear.

“You had a big day, little girl.”

“I did,” she said.

“I hope you had fun.”

Lily nodded and snuggled her back harder against him. “I really loved your dinner,” she said. “You’re so amazing.”

“I knew you would. And they all loved your preserves.”

“That’s good,” she sighed, huffed in a few breaths, then yawned.

“Night-night, little Lily,” he said, then moved to turn out the lamp.

But as he reached back to pull the chain, Lily said, “Daddy?”

“Yes, baby?”

Then she said no more, her smooth brow furrowed and contemplative, her mouth working around.

“You can say it, Lily.”

“Are they...”

When she said no more again, too timid, he said, “Are they what, baby?”

Lily’s head turned toward him on the pillow, her beautiful face tightened with worry. “Are they... Are they doing bad things?”

“Who’s they, baby?” He brushed his knuckles on her soft cheek.

She swallowed, then whispered, “Everybody.”

He said, “What makes you say that?”

She shrugged and rolled her head back to look up at the ceiling. “Everybody’s being weird.” Her voice was small and quiet.

He watched her a moment, then said, “They are.”

Lily looked back, eyes wide with shock. “You think they’re doing bad things?”

He tapped the pad of his index finger on his wife’s plump lower lip, and she giggled and squirmed away. He said, “I think that’s grown up talk, Lily.”

Lily pouted. “Okay,” she said, a little surly.

He pulled the lamp’s chain and put the room dark, then folded against his wife’s back again. He whispered to her, “It’s grown-up stuff, baby. I’ll tell you sometime when you’re bigger.”

“Will you tell me tomorrow?”

“I promise I’ll tell you when you’re ready.”

A little fearful, Lily said, “Is it bad?”

He thought about what to say, then thought he shouldn’t hide the truth from his little girl. “It’s terrible,” he said.

Lily shivered, and he hugged her protectively. She whispered, “Keep me safe, okay?”

“I promise,” he said, and kissed her ear one more time before they fell asleep together.