SUMMER SWAP // Chapter 4

First thing Sully said to her when she finally found him was, “You are the most evil person I know,” and she broke out laughing. She’d thought maybe she’d gone too far when he’d disappeared from the poolside and stormed off into the yacht’s interior. They’d exchanged looks, and she’d thought he’d been okay with her devious fun, but then he’d high-tailed it away and it occurred to her the game may have been too much.

His expression changed her mind. Sully was wild-eyed and rattled, stooped on the bathroom floor and cleaning the cupboards with a hand towel. Her husband buck naked, his muscles moving under his skin and looking really hot right now. She folded her arms and leaned against the open doorway, watching him. “What are you doing?”

All angry, he said, “What does it look like I’m doing?”

“Little weird to be doing housekeeping right now, don’t you think? Middle of the day, sun shining . . . look at me, still naked, not doing a single chore.”

Sullivan paused his wax-on/wax-off motion to shoot her a dirty look, then his eyes roamed her naked body, and she liked the change that showed in his expression. But he resumed his cabinet wiping.

“Honestly, Sully, baby, what are you doing?”

“Cleaning up your mess,” he said, standing finally, dick at half mast, tossing the towel into a hamper.

She began to question him further but didn’t utter a word before Sully had stepped into her space, catching her off balance the way she leaned, one foot on top of the other, and taking her arms, pulling her into him and kissing her neck. His snuffling and nibbling got her skin to goose bumps, and she giggled and sighed, letting her husband take advantage of her. Her arms went around his neck and she told him to get her into their bedroom right away.

Sully dipped, and grabbed her thighs, and she locked legs around his waist, kissing him as he carried her down the short hallway-walk to their bedroom suite.

Once in their room, he hip-checked the door closed and stepped close to the bed, tossed her on it, and followed, getting right over top of her. He said, “You have fun down there?” His stare was serious but lusty.

She said, “We’re on vacation, aren’t we? You don’t want me to have fun?”

Sully bit his lower lip and narrowed his eyes. “You are one little brat. You always think you’re one step ahead of me.”

“If I was a step ahead of you, wouldn’t it be me up here in the indoors, cleaning the bathroom?”

“See what I mean? You can’t quit playing games.”

“What game am I playing?” Her hands went up and down his sides and she wanted him inside her so bad right now.

He scowled. “I painted the bathroom white, and it’s all your fault.”

“What are you saying?” Then it hit her. “Oh!”

“Yeah, you and your dirty game. You happy now?”

“You didn’t . . .” Was he saying what she thought he was saying?

“You think it’s funny working me up?”

“I thought it was hysterical, now I like it even better,” she said and palmed his erection. The thing was like a fat iron rod. “Ooh, Sully . . .”

Sully groaned and hid his face a second, tucking his chin into his armpit and breathing heavy. Her hand stroked up and down and his cock went slippery against her palm. “Did I make my man come all by accident?”

Sully shook his head and looked at her again, smiling but wary. His hips lowered and she swept a new grip on his cock and guided his point to her canal, pushing the head into her eager pussy with the pads of her fingers. Her eyes rolled up feeling her husband sliding inside her, knowing she’d done this to him, drove him this wild.

Sully exhaled a breathy sigh of pleasure, like he’d just entered the gates of heaven. Then his eyes opened. “Why are you so fucking wet, Scarlet?”

She growled, “Why are you so fucking hard, Sully?”

“Oh my God, your pussy is so hot, but getting naked for another man’s what got you wet.”

She sneered and crinkled her nose. “Does that scare my big, strong husband?”

Sully chuckled but bared his teeth. “You’re such a fucking tease.”

She grabbed his ass cheeks and sunk her nails in them. “You don’t think it’s you who’s got me all hot and bothered?”

Sully grumbled with her torture, sliding his cock in and out at a slow and careful pace, enjoying how his wife felt gripping his cock. “You’re driving me crazy.”

“I love it.”

“I know you do. You’re a horny little tease, teasing me, teasing what’s-his-name.”

She laughed, then when Sully slammed her deep, she gasped. “You can’t say his name?”

Sully slowed his pace, the change swirling new pleasure in her stomach. Their connection was slick and slippery and so fucking good. Her husband was so big and hard right now. She rocked against him, studying his beautiful eyes. He said, “Say it. Say his name.”

She whispered slyly, “You want me to say his name?”

Sully’s cock twitched and flexed inside her, and she squeezed her thighs against his hips.

She looked into his eyes again. “His name’s . . . Philippe.”

Sully bucked and grunted, practically snarling at her, his cock cabling in her pussy, swelling harder, spewing pre-cum and making their union even wetter.

“I fucking hate that guy,” he growled.

“Why?” She smiled. “Philippe’s so nice.”

Sully snarled again and renewed a wild pace, thrusting himself deep, hips bashing against hers, rolling with her and fucking her so good. Fucking her like he had something to prove.

“I thought you . . . liked . . . Philippe,” she said, chuckling, gasping, her voice broken up by her husband’s passionate—and insanely jealous—thrusts.

“All right,” he said, “stop saying his name,” rolling his hips around, trying out some fantastic new angles.

She said it. “Philippe’s?”

Sully showed her his mean face. “You two were sure getting along,” he said through gritted teeth.

She arched her back, put a forearm over her forehead. “He’s, ah, mm, so easy to talk to.”

Sully grumbled with frustration, rose higher, grabbed behind her knees and put them up to her ears.

She hooted with pleasure as he pounded almost straight down, tip to base, the two of them getting the mattress complaining now. She locked her feet behind his neck, mewling with ecstasy.

“You sure liked talking to him.”

All this naughty banter reminded her of Cheyenne’s recounting of the dirty talk she and Cody had engaged in, how they’d role-played so Chey could get out of her own head.

She and Sully hadn’t had sex like the sex they’d had since this whole freaky endeavor had begun. Cheyenne’s dirty behavior had set off sparks in her own marriage, and she loved it.

She said, “Can’t I talk to him?” Now she pouted and put on her little-girl face. It drove Sully out of his mind. Hands on her knees again, he spread her folded legs out wide like butterfly wings, and buried himself deep inside her.

“God,” she gasped, “you’re so fucking good.”

Sully liked the compliment, sneering and smirking, his skin gone shiny from sweat. Her feet bobbed with his thrusts.

“Don’t you forget it,” he said, proud of himself.

Sweet and innocent, she said, “You mean when I’m talking to Philippe?”

Sully spanked her haunch, and she yelped and laughed. She grabbed his ass again, two hands, one cheek in each, guiding him to fuck her harder and faster.

He said, “Why do you like teasing me?”

“Because of this,” she said, without even having to think. Sully wouldn’t. have ever had the confidence or drive to manhandle her like this when he was complacent and happy. “You’re a good fuck when you’re mad.”

Sully laughed, wounded, shaking his head at her in admonishment. “I’m not a good fuck otherwise?”

She laughed, too, her nails dragging up his back, then grabbing his ticklish nipples. He bounced and grunted, batting her hands away, his cock making pleasure waves with all the unanticipated movement.

“I swear to God, Scarlet, when you try, you can turn me into an animal.”

“I, ah, didn’t do a thing, ba-baby.”

Sully paused, cock withdrawn, scowling at her. She grabbed his ass again and showed him the pouty face that drove him wild. He said, “You stripped in front of everyone, Scarlet. Byron saw your snatch”—he gave her a quick jab with his cock—“Cody, your buddy Philippe . . . you started this whole thing.”

“Don’t say that s-word, I hate that word.”

“Sorry. You showed everyone”—he jabbed her again, making her squeal—“that sexy vagina of mine.”

“It’s yours?”

“Tell me I don’t own it.”

“You own it right now, baby,” she said, stroking his sides.

Sully took her wrists and put her hands above her head. She had turned him wild. “I own it for good, Scarlet,” he said in a low and grumbling tone she liked. “You think you’re like Cheyenne? Think you’re gonna sneak into Philippe’s room tonight?”

“Why is my big daddy so hung up on Philippe?” She showed him a sly, knowing smile and innocent eyes, totally aware of the one thing Sully would be thinking about. Hell, it was the one thing she was thinking about.

“You’re the one teasing me, Scarlet. Why’d you choose Philippe? Byron was right there.”

She swiveled her hips, reminding him this was dirty talk and not a conversation. “There’s just something about him.”

Sullivan’s cheeks went red. He didn’t even know what to say. She knew he was going to spank her before he even did it. She rolled a hip to let his hand crash against her haunch again.

“Something about him?”

“I don’t know what it is,” she whispered, rolling her eyes up like she was trying to figure it out herself.

Sully took one of her legs and flipped her over to her side. She yelped and laughed. He swatted her bottom, angled his hard cock against her opening and slid deep inside her canal. He gripped her waist, planted a hand on her upper thigh, and pounded her like he was angry. She laughed until the sheer overwhelming ecstasy of her husband’s sudden prowess sent her over the top. She shoved a hand down between her clamped thighs, and worked two middle fingers against her swollen clit, arched her neck, and went over the edge, crying out and gasping and winding her face under a pillow. Sully was right behind her, bucking and jerking, grunting then roaring, his cock swelling inside her as he ejaculated.

At last he collapsed beside her on the bed, both of them writhing weakly, gasping for breath. She pushed the pillow off her head, gripped it and tried batting Sully with it, but missed. He laughed and snatched it from her, tucking it under his head as she worked close to him, putting an arm over his sweaty chest and kissing his shoulder. He scooped an arm under her neck and hugged her close.

When she had her breath, she reached down between his legs and gave his deflating dick a wiggle. “Did you really pop your cork in the bathroom?”

“I hope you’re proud of yourself.”

“I am proud of myself,” she said.

“Now I know how to get what I want out of you.”

“Don’t overplay it,” he said. “It’s a little intense.”

“See, though? We don’t need to swing.”

He said, “We don’t?”

She lifted her cheek off his sticky shoulder and frowned. “What, you wanted to?”

“You’re the one clinging to Philippe.”

She said in a softer tone, “You didn’t want to, did you?”

“No,” he said, but it wasn’t very convincing. She set her cheek down again, wondering who her stupid husband was thinking about. It better not be Carla. But then who? She shook her head, trying to get rid of the thought.

“You know I was just messing around,” she muttered.

“You sure looked interested in Philippe from where I was watching.”

“I wouldn’t swing with him,” she said.

Sully said, “With who then?” His tone was alarmed.

“No one, baby. I just need to make you jealous and I get everything I need.”

“You’re damn right,” he said, proud. Then, quiet and conspiratorial, he said, “Chey wants Byron to watch her have sex with someone else.”

She chuckled. “I know. She’s all ashamed, like, Am I crazy, Scarlet? Cody really drives her wild.”

“Cody does?”

“Yeah. Why?”

He was quiet for a second, moving his head around. She looked up at him. “Chey wants Byron to watch her have sex with Cody. What did you think?”

“That’s what I thought,” he said, but he looked like he was trying too hard to be convincing.

She said, “You look guilty.”

“Guilty about what?”

She narrowed her eyes. “Sully.”

His eyes widened, all pretend-innocent. “What?”

She shook her head, feeling sick over what she suspected her husband may have been thinking. She couldn’t even say it. Did her husband think Byron wanted him to sleep with Chey? Or . . .

She said, “Did Byron not say it was Cody?”

“He didn’t say anything about who.”

“Doesn’t he know who Chey wants him to watch her with?”

“I told you he didn’t say.”

She settled again, still bothered but pretending like she wasn’t. “I think Chey has a crush on Cody now.”

“What did she tell you?”

“I’m not telling you what she told me, Sully.”

“That’s not fair.”

“It’s fair, Sully. That’s Chey’s business.”

“You’re my wife.”

She looked up again, showing him he wasn’t going to get her to spill with weak arguments like that. She said, “You’re worried he did things to her that you don’t want me to hear about?”

“What’s he going to do I don’t know about?”

Boy, now she had him. She couldn’t help smiling. She raised her eyebrows, said nonchalantly, “You might be surprised.”

Sully made a mean face, but was unsure if she was kidding. “What? It’s just his body. Guy has a nice body.”

“That’s all?”

Sully’s smile faded a little.

She was getting too close to angering him now, she could tell. Cody had a lot more than a great body. Chey said he had a great dick and a great dick game. He also had beautiful eyes, luscious lips, magnificent hair, a sense of humor, millions of dollars. Cody was too much to joke about.

She punched Sully’s upper arm. “I’m joking, you tool bag.”

“Ow,” he said and rubbed where she’d punched him.

She said, “Chey said she was weirded out by the whole swinging thing and Cody helped her through it. She liked that.”

“All those noises she made,” he lamented.

“Stop thinking about Cheyenne, please. You want me to talk about Philippe again?”

Now Sully’s eyes narrowed, pretending to be mean, like they were a couple of gunfighters ready to walk their paces before a showdown. He said, “You wouldn’t dare.”

His good mood had returned. And something told her this was his way of encouraging her to talk about Philippe again. She narrowed her own eyes, locked her gaze with his as she rolled over him, threw a leg over his hips and straddled his stomach. “You think I won’t?”

“You don’t have the guts,” he said.

Wow. Her husband, her good old Sully, had a jealousy kink.

She put her hands down on the bedding on either side of his neck, her hair spilling around his face. She said, “You ready for round two?”

“Show me what you got.” His breaths had deepened to a lusty sound.

She teased him, humping his stomach, lifting and dragging her sopping pussy against his skin. She still spilled his seed. It was all biding time, wondering how far she could take it. This was too much fun to make a mistake and spoil the whole thing. She went for it.

“You don’t have to worry about me swinging with Philippe.”

Sully looked for a punchline and didn’t see one, his eyes still narrow. “Why’s that?”

She got near his ear, let her voice get soft and sexy, slurring her S sounds, popping her P sounds in light puffs near his earlobe. “His penis is just way too big for me, baby. He’d hurt my little cookie.”

Sully groaned a sound of exquisite pain and she could hear him utter, “Oh my God,” underneath.

“Yeah, baby, he’s way too big for your wife’s little cookie.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Bu-ut . . .”

Sully groaned again, writhing under her, delighted by her awful words. “But what?”

She bit her lower lip and waited for his eyes to open. When they did, she put a hand behind her and cupped her husband’s balls. She squeezed them and ran her palm over his growing dick. “I mean, I’m a little curious . . .”

He frowned. “About what?”

She bit his nipple, making him squirm. She looked up, whispering, “Maybe I could play with his big, bad thing a little, daddy?”

Sully’s cock went from semi to rock-hard, like a rocket-ship blasting off. She squealed girlishly, pretending she was only joking, angled his cock where she wanted it and sat back until he was all the way inside her, her husband’s thighs trembling, his eyes wide and bewildered by her newfound power over him.