(Author's note: If you haven't read the previous chapters of "Frank & Cheryl" you might want to, just to know the background on this couple and how they arrived at this point in their building relationship.
Physical descriptions: Frank is a divorced 35 year old, 5'-11" tall, 185 pounds and fit; brown crew cut hair, clean shaven, brown eyes. Cheryl is a never married 32 year old, 5'-01" tall, 110 pounds and very small framed. A-cup close-to-but-not-quite- B-cup chest with highly sensitive nipples. Dirty blond hair that she keeps cut short. They are both into fitness, so Cheryl's body, while petite, is curved and firm.)
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The sweat on my body made the breeze from the ceiling fan feel cooler than it actually was. As I lay on my side trying to catch my breath, I was looking at my lover, Cheryl, as she lay on her back catching hers. This wasn't uncommon. When we enjoyed each other sexually, whether we were animalistically fucking or making love, it always ended with us spending a lot of energy and it was very rarely "a quickie." I felt like I had just run ten miles but that wasn't uncommon either. What was uncommon was that my lover, Cheryl, was grinning as she lay there with her eyes closed and the load of ejaculate she had coaxed out of me sprayed all over her face, throat, upper chest... and some in her hair.
"You are such a slut," I said to her. She knew it wasn't an insult. She could hear the smile in my voice - and besides, she knew I loved it when she acted like a wanton slut anyway. It turned me on when she acted like cock was her life's necessity and cum was the only oxygen she needed.
She smiled and asked, "What makes me such a slut today?"
"You've never asked me to cum on your face before," I replied. I couldn't count how many times I had cum into her... both her pussy and her ass; nor could I count how many times she had swallowed a load of my cum. But today was the first day she'd asked me to pull out of her and spray her face. We had been positioned on the end of the bed. I was standing on the floor. She was on her back with her feet and knees spread wide, my hands pushing her knees back and apart. I was pounding my cock into her against the springs of the bed, pulling out as she was still going down against the springs and then slamming forward into her as the springs forced her up to me. It was one of her favorite ways to get 'the good hard pounding fuck' she liked so much. This time, when I told her I was going to cum, she told me she wanted it all over her face.
"Pull out of me when you get there," she had moaned out between her heavy breaths. "Pull out and I'll get down on my knees. Cum all over my face!"
Just the thought of it had pushed me over the edge - and for all I knew, that was her end goal. But I pulled out and held onto her legs at the back of her knees where I'd been pushing them apart. I held them and pulled them toward me, off the bed. She followed the momentum, pushing herself up to a seated position and then slid off, down to her knees. She turned her face up, smiled, closed her eyes and said, "Give it to me!"
As I jerked my length I felt one of her hands reach up to caress and gently squeeze my balls, increasing the intensity of my orgasm as I sprayed thick ropes of hot sticky white cream all over her. When my orgasm had passed I told her to stick out her tongue and milked the last bit of cum out of my length, depositing it onto her tongue. She licked it in, sucked my cockhead hard to see if there was more and then savored the flavor before swallowing what little bit it had been.
"Do you want me to get you a towel?" I had asked her.
"No," she said with a grin. "I want you to grab your phone and take several pictures and then I want you to help me up onto the bed so I can relax and just enjoy the feeling." I had done both and now we were recovering as I watched my cum dry on her skin.
"So wanting cum on my face makes me a slut?" she asked, still smiling.
"No," I replied. "You're always a slut. It just struck me how slutty a thing it was to ask me to cum all over your face... and to want photos. Dare I ask who those are for?" She'd asked me to take sexually oriented photos of her before, usually so she could share them with some potential playmate. We'd been emotionally monogamous since our first date, but neither of us had sought or wanted physical monogamy. "Ethical Non-monogamy" or ENM some folks called it. We called it swinging or being in the lifestyle. I had watched her with other men and she'd given me other women as gifts or surprises.
"It's been a while since anyone came on my face," she said. "I just was in the mood."
I always liked hearing about her sexual adventures, so I had to ask. "Been a while? When was the last time a man came on your face?"
"Men," she corrected me, "not man. It was a couple years ago when I was working down in North Carolina and I'd been hired for a bachelor party. There were maybe ten men there total and by the time they were done with me that evening I think I had the cum from about six of them covering me from belly button to hairline." I knew that she had worked as a prostitute for about a year down in NC between the time we'd first met - now almost twelve years ago - and our first date - well over a year ago now. Ours was certainly a unique relationship. We were totally emotionally faithful to each other. We kept no secrets from each other. We trusted each other completely. But we still each had our own place even though we had keys for the other's. We spent every weekend together as long as one of us wasn't on travel. We spent many weekday nights together... but there were plenty we spent apart. It was kind of an unspoken agreement that sometimes we each needed space and while we missed each other greatly during those times, the reunions were always energetically enjoyable.
"Oh," I said. "Six guys, huh?" I paused and thought for a moment. "Do you sometimes miss having more than one guy to play with?" During our time together, as far as I knew, she'd only ever been with one guy at a time. I couldn't even remember a time when another guy had joined us so she could have two men at once - although we had talked about it. Because she's bisexual and had made the arrangements, I could think of at least one time when I'd enjoyed her and another woman at the same time. Another way of looking at that was that Cheryl had enjoyed me and the other woman at the same time.
"Yes and no," she said seriously. "I know you won't take this wrong, but no matter how much and how long we fuck, there are still times when I could take or use more." I chuckled and she did the same.
"So there are times you'd like to have more men to play with?"
She was quiet a moment and then said, "Yes."
"And did you have a specific number of men in mind?" I asked.
"No," she said, almost immediately. "But I think I'd enjoy it if we went to a party where there were plenty of men available and I could enjoy however many I wanted."
"You know I don't have a problem with that," I told her.
"I know," she said. "But..." and then she paused. It was unlike her to be hesitant to say something. It was one of those moments when I knew she was wondering what my reaction would be to whatever she wanted to say. It was a moment of fear for her. She was afraid I was going to judge her somehow.
"But what?" I asked. "You know you can be 100% open with me."
She took a deep breath and exhaled just as hard, gathering her courage to say whatever was on her mind. "But it's one thing to have ten guys available that I can play with one or two or three at a time while they're also other women to be played with. It's different to be the only woman in the room with ten guys knowing that they are all going to enjoy me... and I'm going to enjoy all of them."
