Strangely delightful

As the cock buried in your face begins it's discharge, you withdraw slightly, allowing your partner to unload into your mouth. With Liz's ultra sensitive and refined tastes you are overcome with a multitude of sensations as the fluid accumulates in your mouth. Salty, bitter, a slight solvent tang reminiscent of a cleaning solution or a generic mouthwash all flood your brain as the textural equivalent of shoveling an entire yogurt into your mouth at once threatens to spill past your lips. Almost too late you remember Liz had to swallow halfway through your orgasms usually so as to not make a mess. Emulating your beautiful brides actions countless times before, you start to swallow down the load, hoping to get it all. After the last of the fluid is safely deposited you look upwards and grin. "Good morning Liz!" You say with all the pep and excitement you can muster.

"Jim?" She asks, and you breathe a sigh of relief now sure that at least your soulmate is safe, albeit in your body and you in hers.

"Yes darling, it's me. As you. And you as me. When I woke up I was feeling rather ill and it took a long time to acclimate. I figured I'd try to ease you into being me by showing you just how amazing it is to be Jim and have a Liz to wake him up."

Liz takes another bite of cookie and starts exploratorily moving her body and looking at it. "Jim, this is weird. What happened? The last thing I remember is the Uber ride home."

"Me too babe, I thoroughly remember falling asleep there but waking up right here." You say, pointing to her side of the bed. "How do you feel?"

"Like I've been in a fight with a wall." She explains and chuckles slightly, "Though I must admit it was a delightful alarm that woke me. If that's how it's always felt to you now I understand your love of Saturdays!" For the past few years any Saturday that didn't have plans had been a date night. The two of you cooked together, and some time during or shortly after the meal preparation Liz found the opportunity to give you a blowjob. You'd always said 'Satur-dates' were the best days of your life.

Returning her gaze to you, she smiles deeply, her visage warming you to the core. Her eyes flash with amusement and she grins. "Hey Jim. You look beautiful with cum running down your chin. I love you babe."

You blush, realizing you obviously hadn't retained the load nearly as effectively as you had hoped and self consciously start wiping at your face.

She continues in good spirits, "I'm only teasing babe, you did well for your first time. Remember the first time I ever swallowed you?" You both start giggling, as you recall a night soon after you'd started dating. You'd been out together and had stopped at a late night cookie shop. The cookie you had shared had a frosting on the top, and you'd playfully put a dollop on her nose. Without missing a beat, she had said, "This won't be the last thing he gets on my face tonight." And while you were busy turning red in the shop she pulled you out the door laughing. That night she made good on her declaration, and ended up wearing a faceful of Jim. You knew that moment well, as that was the first time you remember thinking, 'yeah, I could marry this woman.' As she was sitting on the couch making funny faces at you with a face full of cum.

Her next line brings you back to reality, "comparatively you were much better at containing the results." Still laughing playfully as she moves in to give you a kiss on the cheek.

All in all, she seems to be taking this much better than she could have, and her optimistic energy and steadfast loving nature help you from feeling concerned.

She leans in and asks you...