Summer Swap 6-17

The kiss seemed to go on a lot longer than five seconds, and the tension of it all began to curl Byron’s lip corners into a sly smile. Chey was Miss Big Shot around here these days, flouncing, carefree, but here she was in the clutch of the yacht’s previously most innocent passenger and now set back on her heels, stunned into silence. Or maybe the silence stemmed from Lily’s tongue plugged into Chey’s mouth.

Cody and Philippe watched with bright, joyful faces, and Cody clutched Philippe’s muscular arm for support, like this was far more than they’d hoped for. Lily’s slim hands clutched Chey’s ass cheeks like claws. Pulled and lifted. Chey was on her toes. Lily was on her toes. Their naked breasts were mashed together. Once this kiss was done, Byron’s interior apparatus demanded he get Chey in their bedroom so he could celebrate this wicked escapade.

Carla and Paloma and Scarlet laughed and cackled, swaying with each other, never taking their eyes off the Lily-Chey spectacle. Sully was wide-eyed and exploding with excitement. Arlo watched, but held his hand over his mouth, shaking his head in light wags, a smirk showing between his thumb and forefinger.

Then at last it was done, and Lily retreated, stepping back on her heels and looking to Philippe and Cody, backhanding kiss-spittle from her shiny pink lips. Chey turned, woozy, red-cheeked, eyes wide like Sully. Her eyes were dazzled. Her girl pack laughed even harder. Chey was so stunned she didn’t even think to cover her bared breasts. Her nipples were hardened to raised buds, her swaying breasts flesh blushed from excitement.

Scarlet snapped her fingers before Chey’s face like she was trying to break a friend out of a sideshow hypnotist’s spell, saying, “Chey, Chey—get your top on, hon. Don’t give the show away for free. We gotta make them beg for it.”

Chey looked Scarlet’s way, mumbling, “Yeah,” and putting a forearm over her chest, stooping to retrieve her top. She shimmied it on, looking at Scarlet. “Lily put her tongue right in my mouth.”

“It was kinda hot,” Scarlet said, laughing, taking Chey in for a hug.

But Lily was past it now, unaffected, the sexualized kiss with Chey a thing of the past, covering her chest, snatching her top and putting it on. She clapped her hands, saying, “All right, all right, next round, everybody.”

Carla looked to Chey and Scarlet, her eyebrows high, smile curling. She mouthed, “What the fuck was that, Chey?”

Chey said, “I guess she likes to kiss. I don’t know. I don’t know what happened.”

Sully said, “Chey looks like she’s in love,” and Chey gave him the finger.

Lily clapped again, now getting a little bossy and shooing them all with her hands. “Come on, let’s go, show’s over. Everybody back to your seats.”

The mood had definitely changed. They were all people in their late twenties now transformed into silly, hyper over-sexed teens. Byron stayed where he was, Arlo went back to his spot. Sully patted his head as he walked behind the sofa. Everyone got back to their original seats. Chey plopped down next to him and he put his arm around her.

“Did she really put her tongue in your mouth?”

“Byron, I mean, like right away, she did. She kissed me for real. I thought we were just going to goof around and make a show of it.”

He said, “Well, you certainly made a show of it. You entertained the heck out of us.”

“She really got me off guard.”

Yes, he figured Chey had thought she would be the one in charge of that spectacle, but Lily turned out to be top dog. Lily grew leaps and bounds before their eyes; from timid, polite mouse to capable sex-circus ringmaster.

He squeezed his hugging arm to her tighter. “Your cheeks are red.”

“Both cheeks,” Chey said. “Did you see her grab my ass?”

“No, I missed it,” he said.

Chey looked at him in disbelief and he couldn’t hide his laugh. She batted his chest and laughed too.

The game was only beginning, but seeing his wife so riled and set off balance, and feeling her warm lithe body against his, had him anticipating the game’s end. His cock was throbbing with his heartbeat and he had a hot desire to get Chey in bed right now and go to town.

Lily stood while they all sat, holding her phone and readying her finger to initiate the digital spinner.

Byron said, “How many more rounds, Lily?”

“Oh, we’re only getting started, Byron. Like, maybe a hundred rounds. Why, you getting antsy?”

“Maybe,” he said.

Lily hadn’t even looked at him, talking and smiling, but her attention on her phone screen. “Arlo, are you ready? It’s our turn, Da—”

She touched the screen and waited. “Here we go,” she said. “Arlo and Lily versus... Uh-oh...”

Philippe said, “Who is it?”

Lily pointed a finger out, aiming at them all in clockwise turns, then skipped Sully and Scarlet to jab a quick index finger at Cody and Carla. “Ah-hah!”

Carla said, “Us?” and lay a hand on her tanned and ample cleavage.

“Yes, indeed,” Lily said, then checking her app again. “We’re going to need a closet.”

Philippe said, “Seven minutes In Heaven again?”

Lily said, “I’ll probably only need five.”

Carla watched Lily through narrowed eyes. She looked at Arlo. “You and me, Arlo, what do you say—the two of us alone in the closet?”

Arlo chuckled.

Lily said, “No,” with no humor, totally deadpan and serious.

Carla bounced her eyebrows. “You and me then, baby? You want to make out and grab my butt? I wouldn’t hate it at all.”

Lily pointed at Cody. “Me and him. Me and Mister Cody.”

Cody said, “Me again?”

“Yeah, me again, too,” Lily said. “What are you, chicken?”

“I’m not chicken,” Cody said, ready to rise.

Sully complained: “Do we all have to go down again and wait outside the closet?”

Lily shook her head. “No, you guys wait here. We’ll be real quick. Five minutes.”

Philippe said, “Do you need a toilet roll?”

Cody rolled his eyes. Carla sang, “Bigger than,” like doing the toilet roll test would be a waste of time.

Chey fidgeted in Byron’s clutch. He couldn’t help a sickly jealous feeling. Chey had sown so much mistrust that the first thing he thought was that Chey wanted to get in the closet with Cody, or that Chey was jealous that Lily would spend time in the closet with Cody.

Chey sat up and ran her hair from her face, watching Lily and Cody. Cody stood, eyeing Lily, and Lily eyed him right back.

Sully said, “Are we going down with them or not?”

“I said you’re not,” Lily said, keeping her eyes on Cody.

Cody scrutinized Lily, face getting closer to hers, then he laughed and stepped back. “Why are you staring at me like that?”

“I’m getting in your head,” Lily said.

Cody looked unbothered, crossing his arms. “No one gets in my head, Lily.”

“I’m in there already,” Lily said, wagging two pronged fingers back and forth between their faces like she was John Cena or something. Cody laughed and tried to grab her fingers, but Lily was too quick for him.

“You ready, cowboy?”

Cody said he was ready and for Lily to lead the way.

Lily said, “We’ll use that closet downstairs where Philippe and Scarlet were.”

Scarlet looked up and away, embarrassed by the reminder of what she and Philippe had done down there while everyone waited for them on the other side of the door.

Lily wouldn’t walk first, gesturing with a hand for Cody to lead the way. Cody said, “No, you go.” Lily said, “Ladies first,” and everyone started laughing. Cody looked bothered.

But then he put on the charm, eyeing Lily slyly. “I don’t know what game you’re playing, Lily, but you sure are a lot of fun.”

“We’re not even in the closet yet,” she said, and when Cody laughed and walked ahead of her, she scooted past him, elbowing him out of the way.

They disappeared down the steps to the floor below.

Everyone looked at Arlo and Arlo just shrugged, laughing to himself.

Sully said, “How long do we wait until we see if they’re okay and one of them hasn’t thrown the other overboard?”

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Lily beat Cody to the empty room where they’d all played Seven Minutes in Heaven before, then stopped at the closed door. Cody almost ran into her. She elbowed him again and opened the door, darted in and tried to close it, leaving him in the hall. Cody stuck his knee in and stopped her from doing it. She giggled and ran away, hiding in the closet and shutting the closet door now.

Outside the closet, Cody said, “I know you’re in there, Lily. Aren’t I supposed to be in there, too?”

“Not with your clothes on, you’re not.”

“Are your clothes off?”

She said, “Take your clothes off and come in and see.”

Cody muttered, “You are a lot of fun,” and she listened to him taking his shorts off and slipping the shirt he wore over his head.

She said, “You have to turn off the room light.”

“Hold on.”

She waited, then the room went dark. Cody returned to the closet door. “I’m comin’ in.”

“Your funeral,” she said. Cody laughed. She bounced on her toes with heart-racing anticipation.

The door opened and closed and the small space was filled with Cody’s tanned and muscular bulk smelling like sea salt and soap. The closet was super small. They couldn’t help touching bodies. Cody said, “Hey, you’re still dressed.”

She said, “I need help with my zipper, Daddy.”

There was a long silence, and she tried not to succumb to the throes of a giggle fit threatening to race up her ticklish sides. She shuddered, thinking how Cody tried to make sense of the situation.

Cody said, “What?”

“I said I need help with my zipper, Daddy,” all helpless little-girl cute.

“Uh, okay,” he said. “What, you want me to get it for you?”

“Uh-huh,” she said, doing big exaggerated little-girl nods even though he couldn’t even see her.

Cody got real close and his hands touched her tummy, then dropped to locate the top of her shorts. He found her zipper and began to tug it down.

She said, “I think I should have tinkled first, Daddy.”

Cody paused, her zipper half pulled down. She almost lost herself in a barrage of giggles, but clamped down on her lips to keep it at bay.

Cody said, “Daddy, huh?”

“Uh-huh,” she hummed again. Cody unzipped her fly and twisted open her button.

Now she said, “Can you get my shorts down, Daddy? I’m so tired. It’s almost time for sleepies.” She yawned.

This time, Cody chuckled. “You’re a little girl who wants her panties down?”

“Mm-hmm,” she said, pushing her body up against his. He thumbed down her shorts, and she pressed her cheek against his bare chest. Without needing to ask him to do it, Cody lifted up her shirt, and she raised her arms to allow it.

She said, “Do I have to have a bath tonight, Daddy?” whining, being cute still.

“I think you can skip it, Lily.”

Cody wanted to play along. She upped the ante.

She said, “I have swimming lessons tomorrow, anyway,” and made to scratch her head, purposefully moving her hand up to bat Cody’s dangling privates. Cody grunted.

She waited a beat, then full of innocent questioning, she said, “What was that thing, Daddy? What did you bring in here for me?”

“Uh... I...”

She fanned her hand in the dark, looking for it. She found it, big and soft and gummy, and gripped it. Then she gasped and let it go, bustled to the farthest edge of the closet and whimpered. “What is that thing, Daddy? What is it?”

“Um... Hey...”

“Is it... Is that attached to you, Daddy? Is that your boy thing? Why’s it... Why’s it so big?”

Cody cleared his throat. “Okay, Lily, come on. Knock it off.”

In the dark, she smiled to herself, ear to ear.