My wife and I decided to indulge in a dirty weekend in the lovely eastern British Columbia town of Fernie. Although the place’s main popularity is in ski season, we drove out in the summer.
We checked into our fairly nice chain hotel, had a nice dinner at one of the riverfront restaurants, and went into the hotel bar for a few drinks. We were groping each other’s genitals through our clothes, so soon decided to head back to our room. We had champagne in the suite’s mini-jacuzzi and then climbed into bed. I gave her one of my signature cunnilingus treatments before cumming rear-entry style in her hairy pussy.
I woke up in the morning and on my way back to bed after urinating, I remembered that the dresser doors had mirrors with larger-than-life images. I opened the doors and positioned them so that the bed was reflected in the mirrors. My wife soon woke up as well and I ate her out to another orgasm, glorying in the smell and taste of our bodily fluids from the night before, and then started a languorous side fuck. I decided I wanted to cum from a hand job so pulled out and lay on my back. There was a perfect view of our bodies in the opened mirrors.
My wife applied some lube to my hard cock and balls and began one of her killer slow jackoffs. She slid her hand up and down my slick cock and stopped from time to time to caress my balls with her fingers. Then she’d start jerking me again and stop stroking when she could tell I was getting close to cumming. This was a long handie, and she even had to support her jerking arm with her other one. I could feel a tremendous load building up and increased my excitement by feeling her big tits and tweaking her nipples until they were rock-hard and pointing out close to an inch.
Finally I knew cum time was at hand and asked for a faster, harder jacking. The wife complied and I steadily neared what I knew would be a spectacular ejeculation. I passed the point of no return and started a huge, spurting cut shot. The first rope flew out of my cock and splattered against the bedside lampshade. The second, even bigger shot deflected off the lampshade and splattered all over the wall. My wife milked the rest of my cum out and when we were done my stomach and chest were covered in jizz.
We rested for a few minutes and then got ready for the day. I remembered to wipe up the cum hanging off the lampshade with some paper towel, and as I went to dispose of it I checked the load that had hit the wall. It was huge, with rivulets running down towards the floor. Naturally, I got distracted and forgot to wipe up that part of the wad.
We checked out and shopped at a few of the local stores before starting for home. About 90 minutes into the trip, my wife turned to me and asked, “You cleaned up all that cum you shot on the lampshade and wall, right?”
“Oh shit,” I replied, “I got the one dripping from the lampshade but I forgot the one all over the wall.”
“Damn,” said she, “I guess we won’t be able to go back to that hotel next time!”
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