Saving Face

I didn't let my husband come on my face until one night when we were visiting his sister.

To be clear, Tommy and I had had a torrid love life for three pre-marriage years and four post-nuptial years by then. We couldn't keep our hands off each other. When we bought our house, we quickly and repeatedly made sure we fucked in every room -- all three bedrooms, the kitchen, dining room, living room and den. The attic and basement. Garage. The front and back porches. The bathrooms, two full and one half.

After we screwed under the shade tree in the backyard on a hot summer afternoon, we got a thank-you card from the elderly couple who lived next door. Said watching us had reinvigorated their stagnant sex life. We've since become great friends.

Tommy had unloaded barrels of cum into my pussy, my mouth and, just to make sure we'd covered all the bases, a handful of times up my ass. He had sprayed jism over every inch of me from my neck down. I particularly enjoyed jerking him off onto my tits.

We had the hots for each other the moment we met. It was at a wedding. Tommy's sister's wedding. How trite is that? He was a groomsman, I was a favorite younger cousin of the groom. We were introduced during drinks before the rehearsal dinner. We soon found ourselves alone, just the two of us, talking and laughing, flirting. We weren't seated next to each other at dinner, but we made eye contact frequently.

We reunited over coffee and dessert, slipped out of the private dining room halfway through toasts to the bride and groom, before the dancing.

Tommy's hotel room was larger than mine and not shared with a prudish, stuck-up fellow cousin. I relished the way he took my clothes off, exploring, tantalizing, worshipping every newly exposed expanse of skin. I shook with joy as he slowly worked his hands over my body, teasing but satisfying at the same time.

My nipples ached for attention when he finally -- finally -- removed my bra. I'd been proud of my tits since they'd sprouted a dozen years before. I drew blank stares when I bragged to boyfriends that I'd grown them myself. (Some people just don't get my sense of humor. Fuck 'em.) They -- my tits -- were universally praised -- not too big, not too small, high, round with large, dark nipples. I kept, keep, myself in good shape, and Tommy showed, shows, me his appreciation.

I quivered as his lips engulfed my left nipple and his fingers gently tweaked my right. His breath on my chest was warm and exciting. He doubled my pleasure by tracing his fingers down my belly and under the waistband of my panties. I giggled as I heard a squish when his fore and middle fingers found my wet slit.

There are many reasons I have stayed married and loyal to Tommy in the dozen years since that first night. One of them is his master of the art of cunnilingus. I got a first taste of that, and he a first taste of me, that night.

He nibbled down my ticklish belly, hovered over my crotch. He slowly pulled my panties down and off my legs. He lifted my legs over his shoulders and tenderly kissed and licked my thighs. I was in a frenzy, counting down to blastoff when at last his lips met my labia. Boom! He kissed them, slipped his tongue between them and up over my twitching clit. I quaked in a powerful orgasm as he drove his tongue into my cunt and lapped up the juices of my joy.

Tommy kept me on that high plateau, his face buried in my crotch, his lips and tongue working wonders on my womanhood. I clasped his head between my thighs. My body was on fire. My whole existence collapsed into that room, that bed. Nothing else mattered but the two of us, and I desperately needed him inside me.

"Come fuck me," I moaned.

Tommy quickly ripped off his clothes. I got just a short glance at his hard cock before he nestled between my legs and rammed his dick into my pussy as if it were yanked by a magnet. He filled me with dick and pleasure. I threw my arms and legs up and around him, clutching him tight. He started slow, easing his rod in and out of my snatch, but I encouraged him to pick up the pace, to pound me into sexual oblivion.

The man demonstrated then the stamina that still astounds me. Never before had I been drilled so hard, so fast, so long. Never before had I felt wave after wave of euphoria sweep over me while a man powered his cock into my cunt.

I whispered my delight. "Yes, yes, Tommy. That feels so fucking good. Nail me. Fuck me good and hard."

I don't know if it was ten, twelve, fifteen minutes. It seemed like hours. Then I felt him tense up, saw his face muscles tighten, his eyes slam closed. His cock pulsed in my pussy, spasmed with spirt after spirt of cum in my cunt.

Tommy stayed hard inside me. Even after a cascade of orgasms, I, too, was ready for more. But first I wanted to reciprocate the fantastic head he had bestowed on me.

I coaxed him off me and over onto his back. I followed the path down his body that he had traversed on mine, kissing, nibbling and licking his broad chest, taut belly and muscular thighs. I let my hair fall over his cock and balls before I grasped his shaft between my thumb and forefinger, licked the mixture of cum and cunt juice from the tip and wrapped my lips around his glans.

He sighed deeply.

I'd loved the feel of a stiff dick in my mouth since the first time I'd tried many years before. But with this man, with this man who I soon would lovingly refer to as "my Tommy," I couldn't get enough of him inside me. I relaxed as the tip of his cock slid into my throat. I pressed my nose into his abdomen, rested my chin on his tight balls.

I raised and lowered my head, taking him deep, out, deep again.

Because he's so much bigger than me -- six feet, two inches to my five-four -- he easily sat up, grabbed me by the waist and swiveled my body around like a lazy Susan, pivoting me with his cock buried in my mouth. He raised my left leg over his head, clutched my sides and pulled my crotch down to his face.

If the flood of climax after climax that he gifted me had not been enough, his willingly, hungrily lapping his own cum from my pussy convinced me that Tommy was the man I'd been waiting for, the man I'd dreamed about.

I sucked his cock frantically, cradled his balls in my palm. He fondled my ass, licked me with abandon, hoisting me to the heights of sexual delirium again and again. I had to devour him, taste and swallow his cum. I bobbed up and down, tightened my lips around his rod, massaged his balls, tickled his ass.

Tommy thrust up, drove his cock deep into my throat, his tongue into my snatch. I felt his dick throb, his chest heave. My pussy muffled his groans. I gulped down thick strings of gooey white cum. It tasted divine. Still does.

Needless to say, I didn't return to my own hotel room that weekend other than to retrieve my clothes and toiletries. We fucked some more, slept in each other's arms, fucked again. We showered, fucked in the shower. Needed another shower after fucking once more.

We barely made it downstairs to the hotel ballroom for the ceremony, Tommy taking his place among the line of groomsmen only as they were walking in to greet the bride. Me scurrying into an empty chair in the third row, stifling a giggle as I felt his cum oozing down my thighs.

We made it through the entire reception: first dance, cutting the cake, removing the garter -- Tommy's sister has great legs, so all male eyes were glued to them as the groom slowly raised the hem of her gown up her luscious thighs -- tossing of the bridal bouquet -- I stayed well out of harm's way -- and showering of bird seed on the couple as they fled the scene.

But before their limo hit the interstate en route to the airport, Tommy and I were locked in a feverish sixty-nine back up in his hotel room. The hours away from intimate contact with his body had made me want him even more than I had before, something I would not have thought possible that morning. I sucked his cock with renewed enthusiasm; he demonstrated his similar desire by sending a tsunami of pleasure through me as he kissed and licked my pussy and clit.

Even as I was consumed by orgasmic delight, I maintained enough control to roll off him onto my back, tug his cock to guide him over me, straddling my waist as I stroked his stiff dick until it pulsed in my hand and sprayed cum over my belly and tits, the first of countless times I've watched him blast jism on me.

Parting at LAX the next day was more than sweet sorrow; it verged on the edge of despair. We faced a dilemma. Tommy loved his job in Boston. I cherished mine in Chicago. We had to be together.

Barely a week later, Tommy called with a solution. His company didn't want to lose him, but his boss had a college buddy in the Windy City who desperately needed the kind of help Tommy could provide.

I had just an efficiency apartment at the time and worried that it might be too cozy for the two of us. But since we seldom lost contact with each other when we were both home -- hell, I even frequently held his dick while he peed -- we got along just fine. We enjoyed running in Lincoln Park, attending movies, plays and concerts. I couldn't wean him off his love for the Red Sox, but he at least accepted the Cubs as his favorite National League team. We became regulars in the right field bleachers, holding hands, drinking beer, shouting insults at opposing players.

We moved up to a two-bedroom unit, bought a car. We hosted dinner parties, Super Bowl parties -- Tommy never tired of watching the Patriots prevail. Damn them. We visited St. Bart's in January and Paris in June. Neither of us had fucked or even wanted to fuck anyone else for so long that we decided to marry, buy that aforementioned three-bedroom house in Evanston, maybe even produce a rug rat or two.

Our life became what I previously had sworn to avoid at all costs: suburban, upper middle class rising professionals, destined to become soccer mom and PTA dad. I loved it. I loved Tommy. He loved me.

X X X

I didn't miss what I had given up, nor did I regret having experienced it. Fact: From my earliest sexual experiences, through high school, college, grad school and early career I gleefully took on the side gig of devout slut.

There was the time in college when one of my sorority sisters challenged me to a blowjob contest. We each selected five guys for the other sister to try to suck off. The men on my team would do their best to hold off surrendering to my foe's wiles, and vice versa. First to swallow five loads of cum would have bragging rights.

The contest drew a crowd. All of our sorority sisters showed up along with a couple dozen men from surrounding frats where the team members we had chosen lived. We decided to start with a strip tease duet. We seductively removed each other's clothes, sucked each other's nipples, fingered and licked each other's pussy. The ten men in the contest weren't the only ones with massive boners by the time we knelt to begin the suck-off.

My opponent had gobbled down two loads and moved on to her third cock while I was still frantically sucking away on my second man. But the third and fourth guys I had selected for my team were like the middle of a batting order. They held out long enough for me to gulp down loads two and three and forge ahead when I drained guy number four.

The head start I had with the final dick was just enough to allow me to smack my lips and raise my arms in victory just as my sorority sis was beginning to swallow her final load. When she finished with the last man standing, I shuffled over on my knees and kissed her long and hard on the lips.

Not all of our other sisters and gentlemen guests had been content to merely watch the contest, as you may well imagine. When we looked around, we laughed at the full-blown orgy that had erupted in our sorority's rec room. Everyone there was either naked or nearly naked. All were in some way well on the path to sexual fulfillment. There was nothing else for us to do except spread our legs and accept into our pussies as many cocks as felt the need for comfort and release. There were plenty. It was the first time I had a cock in each of my three holes at once. I loved it.

As I did the time shortly after I moved to Chicago and began work when I found myself somewhere between sober and smashed, lying on a bed wearing just a bra and with eight men in the room, half of them with their cocks out.

I did the first thing that came to mind: I took off the bra.

The men rightly took that as an invitation to proceed. One crawled between my legs and began fingering and licking my pussy. Others surrounded me, running their hands over my legs, belly, tits. They took turns dipping down to suck my erect nipples. I took turns grabbing their dicks and tugging them to my mouth, licking and sucking their stiff shafts.

I flipped over onto my hands and knees. Two of the men sat cross-legged by my head. I alternately stroked and sucked their cocks. The other men must have formed a line, for I felt one dick after another ram into my cunt.

I swallowed my first load of the night just as I felt another cock throb in my cooch, gracing me with sprays of jism at both ends. One after another, the men fired streams of cum into my mouth, my pussy and a couple up my ass. Several lined up for seconds, which I gleefully welcomed.

The only hitch in the evening came when I exited the bedroom in a state of disarray and our hostess, one of my office mates, sneered at me for having taken on the men. She changed her attitude, though, when I lifted the short skirt she wore, lowered her panties and licked her to orgasm. We've stayed close friends, and frequent lovers, ever since.

So, you see, I was hardly a stranger to the joys of sex when I met and fell in love with my Tommy and became a one-guy gal.

X X X

As a happily married woman, though, I got my extracurricular kicks by sharing with Tommy what fantasies I had about other men, and women, real or imagined. I would softly, slowly stroke his cock while I described the things I wanted these other men to do to my body: kiss me, lick me, suck me, finger me, fuck me. I told him how I wanted their cocks in my mouth, squeezed between my tits, buried in my pussy.

His heavy breathing, the hardness of his dick told me how much he enjoyed hearing my tales. I spiced things up by naming names, primarily female friends, and asking him what he'd do their bodies if they were holding his cock rather than me. He was frequently reluctant, but maybe only because he knew his hesitation would entice me to kiss his balls and swallow his cock. Then he'd open up with such salacious detail that I'd come even if he wasn't near my cunt at the time.

And through it all, before Tommy and during the glorious years with Tommy, I had never granted any man whatever pleasure it is they get from coming on a girl's face. Until that night back in SoCal visiting Tammy and her husband, Royce, on their seventh anniversary.

Tommy and I teased them about the seven-year itch over dinner at a fancy, over-priced restaurant. They smiled at each other. Tammy's hand moved under the table to Royce's crotch. "Been scratched," she said. "Many, many times over."

"Really?" Tommy said, staring at his sister. The siblings shared a look that I was unable to fully interpret, but I knew it had something to do with past lives, with memories stored and cherished.

This was not the first time I had suspected that something of a taboo nature had occurred with Tommy and Tammy. Their hugs and kisses were more intimate than I'd observed with other brothers and sisters. Their talk of sex was open and frank. There'd been a fair amount of casual nudity previous times the four of us had gotten together.

It turned me on. Some of the best sex Tommy and I had was when I was over-stimulated by thoughts of their possible incest. Considering how wonderful our routine, everyday coupling was, that was certainly saying something.

"What?" Tommy asked, smiling slyly. "Affairs? Threesomes? Foursomes?"

"Uh, well, yes," Tammy said, proudly.

"Very interesting. You gonna tell us about it, a few X-rated details to stir the blood, Sis?"

"Not here. Not now. When we get home."

They didn't need to describe their exploits in any detail. They had videos.

We watched Tammy entertain two of their male friends as they rotated driving their cocks into her mouth and pussy. Royce grinned broadly as the scene switched to him lying on his back with Tammy sitting on his face and another woman on his dick. There was a long party scene in the very room where we sat watching: A couple dozen people roaming about, sucking nipples, licking pussies, filling mouths and cunts with hard cocks. Lots of cum shots, including Tammy taking a triple facial as Royce voiced encouragement and zoomed in for a close-up of cum streaming over his wife's cheeks and chin.

"Like the good old days back at Mom and Dad's house, huh, Tommy?" she said.

He looked at me, wondering if I'd be shocked, horrified by the possibility. I raised my eyebrows, shrugged my shoulders and said, "Well?"

He couldn't suppress a smile. "Yeah, Sis, just like the old days."

I needed to know. "The old days when you fucked your sister?"

Tammy intervened. "Hey, he only fucked me when I wasn't sucking him off. And I sure do miss the taste of his cum."

Okay. At that point, I was a bit shocked. But only by the bluntness of Tammy's response. What had fired me up so much when I merely imagined it was now tingling my flesh and wetting my crotch as the reality of it was revealed. I turned to Tommy, kissed him passionately on the mouth, gripped his hardening cock through his slacks and said, "Yep. Best fucking cum I've ever tasted too."

I felt Tammy's hands on my shoulders. "Wait till you get a load of Royce's in your mouth. His spunk is worth some Michelin stars too."

I was wearing the little black dress that Tommy said gave him a raging hard-on every time he saw me in it. Tammy raised me up off the couch, turned me to face Royce, who had his cock out and in his hand, and pulled down the zipper of my dress. Tommy begged me never to wear a bra -- "I just love to see your tits sway when you move," he said -- so when she eased the dress down my body I stood facing Royce in only my panties.

Later that night, as I rode Tommy cowgirl style even after the debauchery of the evening, he denied that any of this had been planned, that he and his naughty sister had plotted to throw me at Royce so that they could resume their stalled incestuous relationship. Even with that suspicion floating in my head, I didn't look back to see if Tommy was going with the flow. I sauntered over to Royce, dropped to my knees, pushed his legs apart and bent forward to suck his dick into my mouth.

Royce placed his hands lightly on the sides of my head as I took him deep into my throat. It had been years since I'd enjoyed a cock other than Tommy's, and I have to admit that I quickly became fully involved. Possibly because I was certain that Tommy and Tammy were wasting no time getting sexually reacquainted on the couch behind me.

Royce had only loosened and unzipped his pants. I wrestled them and his boxers down over his legs. He unbuttoned his shirt and tossed it aside. I stood between his legs. He reached up, grasped the waistband of my panties and slid them over my ass and down my legs. My pussy glistened with anticipation.

He pulled me forward, lifted me up onto the chair where he sat so that I crouched above his face. He lowered my crotch to his lips and began to tenderly kiss and lick my cunt. The fireworks didn't explode, but the fuses were lit. I could feel the flame getting closer and closer to the detonation point.

I pulled away and spun around. As I lowered myself to Royce's lap, reaching down behind me to hold and guide his cock into my pussy, I watched as my husband fucked his sister doggie-style on the couch on the other side of the room. Royce slid his hands under my arms and up over my tits as I wiggled to make sure his dick was firmly buried in my snatch.

Obviously, I had never seen Tommy bang another woman before. I was mesmerized by the sight. They both were alternately laughing and grimacing, squealing and groaning. Tammy swiveled her head back and forth. Tommy pounded against her raised ass, forcing her tits to jiggle violently below her.

Talk about a family reunion.

Royce had his own narrative to share. "I've wanted to fuck you for so long. You are so beautiful, so sexy. And now that I'm in you, you're even more than I ever imagined. Tommy's one lucky fucker."

I wiggled my ass again. I turned and chuckled. "So's Tammy, by the feel of things."

I bounced harder and faster on Royce's lap. He thrust up to drive his cock deep into my cunt. The flame found its mark. The fireworks blasted in my loins. Royce squeezed my tits. I felt his body stiffen, his dick throb and shoot a half dozen or so streams of jism into my pussy.

I closed my legs and held Royce firmly inside me as we watched the siblings banging away on the couch. Tommy leaned over, rammed his dick hard into Tammy's pussy and wrapped his arms around her to cradle her tits in his hands.

"Fuck me, Tommy. Fuck me like you used to," she hissed.

"I'm gonna come, Sis," he responded. "I'm gonna come in your fucking cunt."

Tammy braced herself on hands and knees as Tommy slammed into her as if he wanted to split her in two. He shut his eyes, rose up straight, groaned loudly and howled like a wolf as he fired a heavy load of jism into his sister's pussy.

They lay on the couch, Tommy on top of Tammy, kissing her head, whispering in her ear, both of them breathing heavily for several minutes. After a while, Tommy looked up at me and raised his eyebrows questioningly. I smiled at him, flashed him two thumbs up of approval.

We got drinks and freshened up a bit in the downstairs bathroom. The men, knowing they had a couple of nymphs on hand and that Tommy and I had reached a crossroads in our marriage, easily persuaded Tammy and me to lie on the floor in a sixty-nine and lick cum from each other's cunt. Tommy and Royce scurried around us, sliding their hard dicks into our pussies and mouths. We welcomed them with open legs and lips.

Tammy eventually crawled off me and on top of Tommy, taking his cock into her pussy in one smooth move. I decided I needed to verify Tammy's rave review of her husband's cum. I rolled over onto Royce, delighted to discover that he was as eager to lick a well-fucked cunt as Tommy was. He drove his tongue into my wet slit. I sucked his cock into my throat.

Royce clutched my ass, jammed my pussy hard to his face. I bobbed like a maniac on his dick. I unleashed a flood of pussy juice into his mouth just before he shot a sticky load of jism into mine. Tammy was right: His cum tasted great.

Tommy and I were still both hot and horny when we got in bed that night. He treated me to the full love-making menu of slow hands, soft kisses, whispered words of desire and adoration. So as I sat on him, rocking back and forth as he laughingly assured me of the lack of planning for the night's festivities, I leaned forward, placed my hand over his mouth and said, "Just tell me that I'm your favorite fuck. That whether I fuck Royce and you fuck Tammy or even if we fuck other people, I'll always be your number one lay."

I lifted my head to let him gaze into my eyes as he responded. "Well, fucking Tammy again tonight was special. I admit I've missed her in that way. But I've never felt deprived of high-quality pussy since that first night with you." He lifted one hand to fondle my tits and pulled my palm to his mouth with the other so that he could kiss it. "That's because you are, without a doubt, the best fucking lay in the history of sex."

"Flatterer," I said, playfully slapping his cheek. I rolled off him. "Now climb on top of me. I have a hankering to have your dick between my tits."

Tommy straddled me. I grabbed his cock with one hand and cupped his balls in the other. I pulled him forward, up and beyond my chest. I stroked him faster and faster. His dick was steel in my hand. His breathing quickened. His muscles tensed. The tip of his shaft was poised just above my chin. I smiled up at him as I felt the pressure build in his cock and balls.

"Really?" he said. "You sure?"

I nodded my head vigorously. His eyes widened. He focused all of his attention on my face, determined not to miss a moment of what lay ahead. I began to laugh uncontrollably.

He laid the first thick, white strand down on my forehead and over my nose. The next spurt filled my right eye socket, the third coated my pursed lips. He was a man on a mission, which was to slather sticky goo over my entire face.

I had thought the experience would be humiliating, that it would be still another demonstration of men's domination of women. It wasn't. It was exhilarating. It made a statement: I'm yours, completely and forever. Just as Tommy's sucking his cum from my pussy had declared his total allegiance to me.

When he finally stop spraying jism on me, I pulled his cock down to my mouth to suck it clean. That kept him wonderfully hard. He slid down my body, thrust smoothly into my pussy, kissed and licked my cum-saturated face and fucked me like a frat boy on spring break. (I'd had some experience there.) I squealed with delight when I felt his cock throb again as he fired another load of cum into my pussy.

X X X

Because we screwed nightly, and often during the day as well, for the weeks that followed, I don't know if that was when we conceived the precocious little four-year-old who lights up our life and treats her seventeen-month-old brother as a pet we acquired solely for her enjoyment. But I do know that it stoked the bonfire already blazing in our loins. We still get together for foursomes with Tammy and Royce a few times each year and have occasional frolics with a like-minded couple right here in town.

But mainly, we fuck each other with joy and abandon three, four, five or more times per week. And at least once a month, I position Tommy above me so that his balls rest between my tits, I prop my head on pillows and stroke his cock, faster and faster, until he splatters his love and affection all over my beaming face.