Face to Face

"Nevermind them." Linda whispers. "Focus on me." Her other hand guides my cheek so that I looked back down at her.

"I...uh...uhhh..."

Back on the couch I hear three wet smacking kisses. I had a good idea what she was kissing, and it wasn't his lips. It took all I had not to look.

Reading my mind Linda smiles with understanding. "You want to see your wife, don't you?"

"Uh...yeah..."

She nods with a smirk. "I get it, it's half the fun. Most guys do." Linda certainly was understanding, old hand at this that she was. Directing me by my shoulder and my dick she whispers. "Come on, sit back, enjoy the show."

Moving together I lean back, turn, and sit normally in the center of the loveseat. Linda crawls down onto the floor between my legs. Tugging my underwear down Linda lets my stiff manhood spring free into the open air. I only had to pan my eyes slightly to see the comparison with the other cock in the room, it was utterly humbling on a level I had never experienced. Natural curiosity getting the better of him I notice James take a peek at what I was packing. There is no expression, no reaction, but he had definitely gotten a good look. I desperately wanted to cover my shame but that wasn't an option.

Suddenly I found myself in the weird situation of sitting and facing James. Both of us were sitting normally while the wives were down below, Linda kneeling between my feet on the floor and Camille knelt beside James on the sofa. He gives me a sly wink as we make eye contact. Awkward didn't even begin to describe it. I'd never been in such an intimate moment with more than one other person in the room, and certainly not with another man present. My gaze lowers, I couldn't bear looking at him eye to eye.

Camille now held James' mammoth manhood in both her slender hands like a bat, one hand over the other with many inches to spare, and gazed at it with both fear and reverence. There had to be an inch between her thumb and finger tips, James' girth was more than a hand full. His cock had swollen more in the few moments I had looked away and was near fully hard now. The fat circumcised knob was damn near the size of a tennis ball, there were subtle pink smears on it from Camille's lipstick. In contrast Linda's single handed closed grip encompassed most of my shaft completely with just my purplish mushroom head poking out the top.

"Mmmm." Linda licks her lips. "Perfect size for oral." There wasn't a hint of condescension in her voice, yet it was all I could hear. In one swift motion she slips her lips over my lip, slides down my entire length, then nuzzles hard into my pubes. I had been deep throated before, but never so suddenly and so effortlessly. "Mmmmm!" She hums again.

I jolt at the incredible sensation, my hands instinctively grab the back of her head. "Oh...shit!"

She holds me deep, as deep as I could go, and sucks hard. Her tongue rubs my shaft and her lips seal tight around my root. I was balls deep and this woman showed not one sign of bother. She even nestles harder into me! Considering what she was used to it should have been no surprise that Linda's gag reflex wasn't challenged in the slightest. My dick was enveloped in a warm wet wonderland. Holy shit this felt GOOD!

"I wish she could do that to me." James beams proudly, his eye contact unnerving me to the core. "My Linda loves giving blowjobs, and she's damn good at it too."

That latter part was an understatement. Linda's skills and experience as a cocksucker was coming through loud and clear.

Meanwhile Camille was still kissing and licking the top part of James' cock. She seemed at a loss on what exactly to do with such a thing. "Oh my god...this is...wow." She whispers to him. "It's so big. It's just so...big." Latching her lips along the side of his veiny shaft like she might a cob of corn she slides up and down, her tongue slathering the flank of his cock with a wet trail of spit. She shifts quickly and does the same to the far side. She then slips down to suck his balls into her mouth, as she had done so often with me. Only one of the heavy testes can fit so she sucks on half his hairy ballsack before slurping back up again. She lets his big hog brush over the full length of her face, clearly enjoying this new sensation.

"Like it?" He whispers.

"Mm hm." She confirms with no hesitation. She flicks her tongue over his tip and strokes him with long slow strokes, having to use both hands to do it properly. She glances once my way but instantly returns to the task at hand. She wanted to blow him but the prospect intimidated her.

James looks at my wife, amused but appreciative by her initial efforts. It was plain to see he was accustomed to this reaction and he watched patiently as Camille found her way at her own pace. He runs his fingers through her dark hair then pets his hand down her bare back before once more taking a handful of ass. She shifts her limber body to make it easier for him. Leaning to his left he reaches around and runs his middle finger up her glistening pink slit.

"Mmm, wet already." He says.

She looks up at him with a smoldering gaze. Instead of replying she slides up to the crown of his cock and wraps her lips around his turgid tip. The glans alone fills her mouth, her jaw stretches to its limit as she pushes four or five inches down his shaft. She tries to hold it but within seconds her eyes bulge and water and her lean body lurches as she holds back a wretch. She comes up off of him sputtering and coughing.

He chuckles as he pets her curly hair. "Take it easy baby."

She giggles and wipes the tears from her eyes. "Sorry, not used to it."

"I know. You're doing great." He says like a caring father. "Take it slow, we have all night."

All night!? Fuck, the way Linda's amazing sucking mouth slid from tip to base at a fast steady rhythm I'd be lucky to last another minute! Linda was sucking my cock like a woman possessed. She hummed and growled. She did things I had never felt before. Tonguing my hole, flexing her throat around my knob, deep throating me as she jabbed her tongue into my sack, and just generally having me face fuck her as hard and deep as I could go. I try to slow her down, or shift to throw off her rhythm, but Linda was ravenous. James wasn't joking when he said his wife enjoyed giving head, she was in her glory! I grit my teeth and focus on tamping down my building climax.

Back on the sofa Camille had recovered, after some giggly whispers and soft smooching by the older man. She gives James a determined nod and latches her lips back over the tip of his cock, this time being more careful not to go too deep. More prepared this time she really starts to blow him. She bobs up and down for a few moments, her curly hair bouncing to the motion, before she pulls off of it with a loud POP! Extending her tongue she swirls it around his tip before slurping him back in again. James continued to play with my wife's pussy with his left hand as his right reached under her to fondle her small breasts.

"There ya go." He says. "Now you got it."

"Mmmm!" She moans lustfully.

"Mmrrrmm!" Linda echoes back.

Seeing my wife service another man, seeing his hands on her, seeing her orally pleasure a cock so large, was far more intense than I ever expected. Hardcore porn seemed PG in comparison. The fact this was right here, right now, and happening to my wife made the scene easily the most erotic thing I had ever witnessed. Had he been endowed like a normal mortal man I might have even said I was enjoying it.

It was so much more than just the ludicrous size difference. James was laid back, confident, and in good humor whereas I was a tense bundle of doubts and insecurities. He was the older man, the more experienced man, and far and away the bigger man. His smooth and natural middle aged charm commanded the room without him even trying. My confidence was shook to its foundations and I suddenly felt like a schoolboy again.

A minute passes as my wife pleasures James with her mouth and his wife does the same for me. I make the mistake of looking at him again. He still has that calm, cool, and collected smile on his face. Once more he gives me a friendly wink, but there was something more going on behind those brown eyes of his. It was that look all men knew well. An unspoken challenge, an instinctual need to establish the hierarchy, the need to know who was the alpha. And then it was gone. Did I see it at all? God I was still so high!

The wet sucking slurping sound of the wives fill the room. The longer Camille blew the monster cock the more she became accustomed to it. She began to move with more confidence. Occasionally popping the beast out of her sucking lips and slapping herself in the face and lips with his thick manhood. Savoring the fresh sensations as we said we would do. Linda meanwhile was still going strong.

I feel that familiar pressure build. Fuck...not yet. I try to hold her still but she simply adapts and starts to suckle and tongue the dick hole. I am seeing through time and space. I let her go and she starts up her steady up and down motion once more. FUCK! I let out a low groan and grip Linda's hair. "Slow down...slow...fuck..." My abs tighten. Down she goes, full hilt, and she suckles hard. "...fuck..."

James sees my distress and smirks. "Feelin good Richard?"

"...fuck! Fuck!" My whole body tenses, my legs kick out, my balls tighten and...

"Mmmmahh!" At the last possible second Linda slips off my sloppy saliva coated member and watches it slap to my stomach. She and James both watch my cock twitch, jerking up and down by its own power. So close. Soooo close! Somehow I manage not to cum but I had never had such a close call! By her look of surprise I could see Linda hadn't been expecting this to happen so quickly, and honestly, neither was I. We were still just getting warmed up and I'd almost bust my nut already.

Camille gives me a sidelong look, her mouth still filled to the limit with cock and her blue eyes glimmering with amusement as she watched me collect myself after my near nut. I swear I caught a muffled little laugh from her.

"He he he! Already?" Linda titters. "Whoo! That was a close one."

"No, I'm good, I just... You're...really good..." I gasp. "...holy shit..."

"Told ya." James says. His voice had a veneer of cordiality but I could sense he was holding back laughter. "She's real damn good."

"Thank ya babe." She says back, clearly flattered. She goes to reach for my dick but I push her hand away, I was still on a hair trigger and any hint of stimulation right now would set me off.

Having grabbed the attention of the rest with my close call I am filled with embarrassment. Trying to salvage some pride I say with false gentlemanly bravado. "Not fair for just the fellas to have all the fun. Come on up here." I pat the seat at my side. "I want to taste you."

"Oh. Yeah, sure. If you want." The not so subtle tone of disappointment could be heard in her otherwise kindly voice. She loved giving head and had just gotten started before we were switching things up. The tone doesn't last long though. Her eyes trace over my manhood and with a crooked grin she says. "I'm betting you must be really good with your mouth."

Was that supposed to be some sort of backhanded compliment? As if my oral skills must be great since I was so lacking in other departments? I shake the thought from my head. Now I was being paranoid. None of the other three had said a thing wrong, yet to my ears they were mocking me at every turn. Relax Richard, enjoy yourself. That what this was all about.

I shift and move to help Linda back onto the loveseat. Grabbing the waist of her panties and skirt I pull them down as we swap places. I wouldn't be able to see my Camille anymore but maybe that was for the best.