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Aaron and Wendy

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Aaron and Wendy by FFGusher (mcsnert@hotmail.com).Suburban upper-class cottage, early on a hot summer evening. The resident couple, married, and relaxing after a long hot and humid day are finally enjoying a calm pool of pure cool relaxation. The 46" Mitsubishi broadcast monitor's shimmer surrounds the contents of the copper ingot coffee table. Wendy recoils from a lean there for flame for her cigarette, trailing a ribbon of smoke into the arms of her husband Aaron. Though they both enjoy and admire CNN's broadcasts, they have missed the McNeal-Lehrer report tonight and are each lost in their own thoughts. 2. Aaron lifts himself past Wendy now comfortably pillowed on his chest. Both moan at the movement but for different reasons. Stretching as he stands, stiffly, tremoring at the top, he turns to his beautiful wife, "I'm going up to take my shower, sweetheart." "Don't fall asleep, I don't want to be late tonight." Matching with mock enthusiasm Wendy musters, "I'll be up in five." We've got plenty of time. "Its seven thirty now and nobody will be there before nine." Already on his way up the stairs Aaron acknowledges his wife's correct assessment of the situation and stalks his way to the bedroom. 3. The hall is 13 feet wide, rich and warm in texture, invoking a masculine strength with a woman's sensuousity; strong and straight with curves all in the right places. Aaron pushes through the double, 18 panel, heavy walnut doors into the master suite, tossing his shirt and tie on the contemporary 4 poster bed. Cursing the ungraceful way he removes his pants, almost falling clumsily over the weight bench in middle of the room, he opens the doors to his side of the master bath that is a mirror image of Wendy's across the central exercise room. By the time he stops moving, Aaron is naked and standing in front of his vanity, his image reflected in the many mirrored angles around the perimeter of the bathroom. Before he can recall his well-honed routine he stares intently at his reflection. Aaron always liked his body and spent considerable time preserving his physique. At 37 years he was proud of his conditioning and the overcoming of a drooping gut that he and Wendy had worked so hard to rid him of. She was proud of that too. Checking all the angles, Aaron's hands inevitably find his penis; lengthening now as he admires himself. Lifting his shaft to view the underside and the full proportions of his now hard cock, gently rubbing just under the head for a quick jolt of pleasure, Aaron reminds himself that if he doesn't stop now he'll be wasting time on a pointless orgasm, and he hates to waste time. Reluctantly he releases himself and returns to his ablutions. With well-practiced strokes, Aaron shaves quickly and moves directly to the clear glass enclosed shower that he and Wendy share. Wendy has the whirlpool tub on her side of the bath, and Aaron, the shower. Both are crowned by roof-windows and a tangled jungle of lush, hanging plants. At this time of the day, the well-placed mirrors reflect the warm glow of the setting sun around the bath. Aaron stretches in to turn on the shower, making sure his towel is set for his exit from the stall and the bath mat is placed properly. Pausing for the temperature to stabilize he seizes the opportunity to inspect his genitals again. Lifting his testicles with his hand, trying to give them all the prominence they seek, he stretches his penis over them. Happy with his size and shape, he carefully alights into the shower as Wendy quietly enters the bedroom. 4. Gracefully dragging, then dropping her chemise at the end of the bed, Wendy winds her way to her vanity directly across the exercise room from Aaron. Carefully folding the rest of her outfit over the back of the chair she sits down at her make-up table and begins to remove her make-up in preparation for her shower. From where Wendy sits she can see the outline of her husband reflected in the mirrors around the bath. Distracted from her chores, she watches him, hoping for the thrill of a glimpse of Aaron's self-absorption's in the shower. Without fail her hopes are realized as Aaron fondles himself with soapy hands as he shampoos himself. Drawn back to her own reflection, she acknowledges her excitement by gently brushing her hardening nipples. She, like her husband, enjoys the sight of her own body; basking in the knowledge that her sultry countenance, and fluid and firm figure are the result of time well spent toning her athletic form. She revels in the thought of her colleagues and friends discreet but unhideble gazes and the stirrings that she elicits. She like her husband finds her hands inevitably roaming down her stomach, wontonly pulling at her labia to find a rapidly moistening vagina. Practiced since well before puberty, no one has ever been able to bring about feelings as intense as with her own hand. Wandering between Aaron's reflection and her own, Wendy inhales these precious minutes of solitary pleasure. 5. Aaron pulls the bottle of shampoo from its perch on the towel rack and squeezes a dollop of the milky white creamy liquid into the palm of his hand, thinking to himself how much it looks like semen. Dumping his palm onto his wet hair he briskly works up a lather being sure to cover every square inch of scalp. As the suds build and flow down his back and chest, he helps them down his physique, scrubbing first under his arms, over his pecks, down his stomach to his testicles. The feel of his penis in his hand, surrounded by the slippery soap, encourages Aaron to sink into a favorite fantasy to help enhance his stimulation. {Lead comfortably into the gallery by his mysterious hostess, she gently grabs the shaft of his erection to display to the guests his ample proportions. A murmur can be heard throughout the hall in appreciation of what is to come. Looking around, Aaron is surrounded by three rows of beautiful women in various states of disrobe. The seats are wide and adorned with pillows for ease of recline. His audience is bathed in a warm soft light with brighter patches highlighting the individual recliners. There is a throbbing pulse of low music in the background and the air is thick with the musky mixture of feminine aromas. Aaron knows that all that is required of him is to pleasure himself. These beautiful women are there to watch him; he is the main attraction. And he aims to please them with a masterfull show of autoerotic stimulation that he knows will be the penultimate pleasure for them and himself. Being the center of attraction only assure an increase in the massive release of seed and depth of orgasm he will provide his writhing audience. Everywhere he turns, the sight of one beauty after another engrossed in the pursuit of her own orgasm, helps Aaron build to a bigger and bigger release. Imagine being surrounded by 30 gorgeous women all jerking off at the sight of your own masturbations! Oh, what a thrill I will give them.} Wendy doesn't know and doesn't consider what is going through Aaron's mind as she watches him stroke himself. All she knows is that the sight of her husband is taking her closer and closer to her own release. Now perched on the edge of her vanity, thighs parted Wendy watches first Aaron, then her own erotic pose in the mirror. Gazing in awe at her wet, engorged pussy, pawing at her red lips to probe the most intimate parts of herself, Wendy finds herself slipping into one of her favorite fantasies. {Caught in the bright yellow light of the spotlight, her ears filled with the raunchy calls of the men that circle her in the audience, Wendy knows she is in complete control of herself and the surroundings. Reclining with open legs on a low backed swivel chair atop the raised center platform, she is the brazen object of lustful, horny men. Rotating the chair with her toes, she peruses the assemblage. Handsome, gorgeous men around her, she knows what they came for; to watch this beautiful woman masturbate for them. Wendy wastes no time giving them what they want. As soon as she begins, a hush falls on the gallery, all eyes intent on her. "Are you with me guys," she coos hearing only stifled acknowledgments. Peering through the light she can see her audience, at once all naked and erect before her. The sight of so many hard cocks beating off quickens her own pace. Showing only everything she can, baring the extent of her true excitement, Wendy offers the lewdest poses, which only excites her more. The tension in the room is fierce. Wendy can sense the upcoming surge about to over-take her patrons. Wanting a closer look she rises clit first from her chair admonishing her admirers to come for her. Lifting one leg onto an empty chair to allow deeper access to her pussy, Wendy is consumed by her lust. Furiously flicking her clit, she is hypnotized by the scene of faceless cocks jerking to release. Looking down in front of her she is greeted with her first prize as a stream of cum bursts skyward followed by the grunts of pleasure from its potent source. One after another the huge cocks in her audience give up their seed in massive explosions of orgasmic release. Imagine being surrounded by massive jerking cocks spurting huge loads of cum just for you.} Hardly able to control himself from expelling his load, Aaron convinces himself it would be best to hold on to it until tonight when he and Wendy return from the party. Constantly bringing himself to the edge and down again will only make his final release that much more copious and enjoyable. This could be a '6 shooter' or better he muses. Turning off the shower, Aaron briskly squeegees off the excess water from his body and steps out of the shower onto the waiting bath mat. Grabbing the towel he placed earlier, he lets the huge cloth envelop him. Sighing happily into the thick terry cloth, he patiently dries himself off from head to toe finishing of course by cradling his penis in the soft folds of the towel. The sight reminds him of his first orgasms as a pre-pubescent boy: rubbing this curious hard appendage in a towel until that hot feeling flushed through him, almost making him pass out. Dry orgasms. Gone were those days! Letting the towel drop to his feet, Aaron again peers at himself in the many mirrors. Watching himself carefully as his erection grows, seeing how tight his balls are in their sack he knows the potency of the seed building in them. He lifts his hard cock to admire them, pushing his hips forward to reveal as much as he can of them. He is astonished at his own excitement. His cock is straining against the limits of his skin. Releasing his heavy prick, it drops with a meaty thud onto the cold granite of the vanity. A thrill runs up his spine as his hot dick is chilled by the dark cool stone. Pushing his pelvis forward Aaron lifts his scrotum onto the cold vanity. The feeling is indescribable, hot and cold, steam and ice. At this point Aaron knows there is no turning back; he is going to cum and he is going to cum hard! Grabbing his shaft he strokes his cock with pure orgasmic intent, turning slightly to enhance his view in the mirror. Just then, he feels the warm touch of Wendy's hand on his shoulder, at once realizing she has been watching all the time. "You gonna cum, baby," she murmurs. Unable to speak, Aaron grunts a "yea." Knowing just what to do, Wendy drops to her knees onto the towel at her husbands' feet. Looking up she grabs onto the back of Aaron's thighs and leers at his huge erection towering over her face. Looking past his cock, Wendy is thrilled at the contortions of ecstasy on her husbands face. It is time. Aaron's knees bend and his thighs strain to push his cock to it fullest and most pornographic length. Looking down at his beautiful wife's upturned face, Aaron's release over-takes him. Holding on to the back of Wendy's head for balance, if nothing else, his stroking stutters. Wendy knows this is it. With unbelievable power Aaron's first stream explodes from the end of his perfect cock, spurting over Wendy's head and onto the shower glass a good 4 feet beyond. With the next stroke, an enormous blast travels even farther, splattering across the upper left corner of the glistening stainless steel shower door frame. Aaron can tell this is going to be an orgasm of uncommon intensity. Unconsciously he counts the spurts. Number three arrives with no less force but of the most capacity. Wendy, wanting to feel the heat of his sperm on her face rises in perfect time to catch the entirety of Aaron's huge load. Looking down Aaron watches in amazement as his cock spews its next unbelievable spurt onto his panting, pleading wife's face, covering her from hair line to chin in thick orgasmic ooze. This wholly erotic sight elicits only more cum. Thinking that the best might be over, Wendy is delighted at the sight of her husbands pumping cock take a step back and aim with pornographic accuracy, another load of equal quantity, squarely at her. Closing her eyes just in time, Aaron covers the other side of her sexy, sultry, cum covered face. Pointing his cock straight above her now, he strokes number five spurt, and six, spurting higher, and seven squirting and even eight from his cock. Though not as copious or forceful as the first, just as satisfying. To watch his cum jets splash over his cock head and onto Wendy's face in the waning seconds of this incredible orgasm is absolute ambrosia. Not an inch of Wendy's face is left uncovered by his cum. Hungrily she rubs Aaron's cock over her lubricated countenance, finally releasing the grasp that she held on his thighs. Grabbing onto his shoulder, Wendy raises herself slowly from her knees. Wobbling, she drifts back to the vanity, hitting it clumsily with her bottom. Once anchored there she lifts her left foot onto the granite surface and leans back against to cold mirror. Spread wide before her husband to reveal the total wetness of her excitement, her body glistening with the sweat of lust, her beautiful face covered in Aaron's seed, she looks at Aaron in pure devotion and says, "Look what you've done to me," while with convulsive but completely absorbed intent rubs herself to a series of mind blowing orgasms that lift her off the vanity when she cums. The sight of her plunging her perfectly manicured fingers into her slit is awesome. Opening her eyes to stare lustfully at her husband still stroking his bubbling cock, she looks him straight in the eye, "I'm going to cum again baby, I'm gonna cum again for you baby, ooh yeah, I'm cumming, yeah, oh yeah." Never taking her eyes off Aaron, except to watch herself cum, Wendy furiously frigs her pussy, pushing her clit as hard and erotically as she can against her hands; both hands feverishly jerking off her gorgeous cunt. With uncontrolable urgency Aaron dives face first into Wendys spasming gash, clamping his mouth firmly on her distended clit. The taste and smell of her womanhood fills his senses. As Wendy grabs the back of his head, Aaron looks up at his beautiful wifes face, transfixed by her erotic contortions, watching intently as Wendy cums again. Aaron is enthralled and happy that his is the cause and the recipient of his wifes intense pleasure. He must be the luckiest man alive. What an incredible sight watching his beautiful wife cum so deeply and so completely. After what seems like an hour, both Wendy and Aaron slowly return to their preparations for the evening. As Wendy slips into the shower Aaron glides up next to her imploring his everlasting love for her. "I have always and will forever love you, my sweet darling Wendy." Matched only by the after-glow emanating from Wendy and Aaron, the setting sun responds to these two incredible lovers, imparting a glow reflected in the mirrors around the bath. Well, after all, it was designed that way.