"Oh fuck, oh shit... fuck!"
Paul grunted loudly before pulling his dick out. He was cumming already. Lindsey watched as he stroked his penis. Several shots of semen flew out of his cock landing on her tight stomach. It was a good size load she thought, maybe a little more than normal.
"Ohhhhh, fuck... Shit," Paul said as she stroked out the last drop. "I'm sorry."
Lindsey smiled up at Paul. She lovingly rubbed his thigh. "It's ok babe," she said.
"I thought I could go a lot longer than that. Then it just kinda happened," Paul said as he continued to hold his softening cock.
"I'm serious, it's fine. Don't worry about it. We need to pack anyway."
Paul laid down next to Lindsey as they both looked up at the ceiling. They had been married for four years, having dated for five before that. Still madly in love with one another, their life was entering a new phase. They wanted to have children. At least two. The days of date nights, parties, and traveling were quickly coming to an end. Realizing this, they both wanted to enjoy as much of it as they could before it was time to really settle down.
"How long do you think it'll take to get up there?" Lindsey asked as she played with Paul's cum with her fingers.
"Depends on traffic. Three, maybe four hours I'd say."
The couple was headed up to Maine with their friends Rachel and Joe. They planned on spending a few days at a ski cabin they rented online.
"Can you believe one of these is going to be our little baby?" Lindsey said as she held up a glob of cum in her hand. Paul looked at it and smiled. "Clearly not that one, huh?" he joked.
"Are you just gonna lay there or actually get me a towel?" Lindsey shoved Paul playfully as he got up to help her get cleaned off. "C'mon, let's shower. We still need to pack and get out of here," Paul said as he wiped his cum off her stomach.
Paul took a minute to throw some of his things in a suitcase while giving Lindsey a head start in the shower. As he opened the bathroom door, he stopped to admire his wife through the glass shower. She was truly stunning. At 5'6", she had an athletic and toned frame as a result of playing many sports growing up. Her breasts were larger than average and still very much hearty and youthful. Paul watched as she reached around her back and washed her round and firm ass with a pink luffa. Soap suds streamed down her crack, legs, and onto her cute feet. She leaned her head back and closed her eyes as she soaked her long and voluminous brown hair.
'My wife is so fucking hot' Paul thought to himself as he watched her through the glass. While Lindsey maintained a nearly perfect body, Paul was not so lucky as his thirty-three years on Earth had started to catch up to him. He was slightly taller than Lindsey at 5'8", brown hair, dark eyes. He sported a neatly trimmed beard. Paul was handsome, outgoing, funny, and full of charm. That is what drew Lindsey to him in the first place. But years of traveling for work, minimal exercise and poor eating resulted in him becoming slightly overweight. While most wouldn't look at him and say he's fat, almost no one would say he's in shape. Quite literally everyone, however, would agree Lindsey is in another league compared to Paul.
Paul stepped in the shower which was plenty large enough for the both of them. Paul and Lindsey both had full time jobs that paid six figures each. It allowed them to afford a beautiful home with fabulous amenities such as their spacious bathroom and shower. Lindsey turned to face Paul as she continued to soap up her hair.
"Do I need to shave?"
"There's a hot tub, I'm pretty sure," said Paul, looking down at her legs.
Lindsey made a sad face. "I really don't feel like shaving." Paul shrugged. "Ok, but don't complain when everyone calls you a werewolf." She splashed him playfully, before reaching past him to fetch her razor.
"I think you told me Rachal and Joe are bringing all the booze and have a bunch of breakfast stuff too, right? So I guess we'll do lunches and dinners?" Paul asked as he soaped up his chest and arms.
"That's fine, that's easy," she said as she moved from her legs to her bikini area. She meticulously shaved her pubic hair as not to remove it all, but trim it neatly. Paul, having moved on to washing his crotch, watched closely as his wife groomed her pubes. "I like when you leave some hair there."
"Shaved vag's are so 2007," she joked. The combination of washing his penis and watching Lindsey shave had the expected outcome as Paul achieved an erection rather quickly. "Hey," he said, holding his penis in one hand.
"What," said Lindsey looking up at Paul, before quickly realizing he was hard. "Oh my God, really? You literally just came."
Paul smiled and shrugged. "I like watching you shave, what can I say?" Lindsey reached out and grabbed his penis by the tip. Paul had a small penis. It was probably no more than four and a half inches long, and maybe four inches around. Lindsey always thought it got smaller as the years went on, but that was most likely due to Paul gaining some weight. She didn't care, however. She loved everything about him.
"You like my small dick?"
"It's not small at all."
Paul laughed. "It absolutely is."
"Well, I like it. And I wouldn't trade it for the world," she said while still holding it in her hand.
Lindsey dropped his penis and finished rinsing her hair. "Hey, what gives? Can you help me out?"
"You're being serious? You need to cum again??" Paul smiled and nodded. "What can I say, my wife is hot."
"Thank you, honey. But we need to go. Not enough time," she said as she exited the shower.
"Ugh, fine. But I'm gonna jerk off in here!" Paul called out. "Suit yourself!" Lindsey truly didn't mind. That's what being together eight years had done.
Paul was disappointed in getting blue balls, but had no real intentions of masturbating. So he quickly wrapped up his shower, dried off, and finished packing.
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The ride to the mountains was uneventful. There was little to no traffic and conditions were good. Paul enjoyed the quiet time as Lindsey, per usual, slept almost the whole way. He looked over at her repeatedly as she curled up on her side, head resting on the back of her seat. She was wearing black leggings, tan Ugg boots, and a North Face fleece. Her hair draped neatly down the sides of her face, spilling out of her winter hat. She looked adorable.
As she slowly opened her eyes, she looked around trying to recognize something. "Whoa, are we almost there?" she asked as she straightened up in her seat.
"Yup. You slept pretty much the whole way. It says we'll be there in fifteen minutes."
"Amazing," Lindsey said as she stretched her arms up as high as she could. "I'm sorry I wasn't much company."
"It's ok. But you did miss out on the World War II podcast. It was a good one."
Lindsey rolled her eyes looking at Paul. "Oh bummer. Really wish I caught that one," she said sarcastically as she picked a piece of lint of his sweatshirt.
As they pulled into the driveway of their mountainside rental, they could see Joe and Rachel already unloading their car. Rachel gave an enthusiastic wave as they pulled up.
"Great timing!" shouted Paul as he rolled down his window, pulling up next to Joe's car. "Hey guys!" shouted Rachel as she ran over to Lindsey's side to hug her. Rachel and Lindsey had been close friends since starting a job together after college. They worked side by side for four years before Rachel left for another company. But they remained close. Rachel had tan skin, and jet black hair. Her eyes were big and green. Sporting a thin frame and very large natural breasts, Rachel could always turn a few heads. She hugged Lindsey almost before she could get out of the car.
"I'm so excited!" she said. "Hey Paul!"
"Hey, Rach!" Paul said as he started unpacking. Joe was busy unloading their skis from the roof carrier. Paul and Joe were cordial with one another, but wouldn't be considered friends per se. While Paul was normally the outgoing and boisterous type, Joe was much more reserved. Stoic in his mannerisms and behavior. Joe was tall at 6'2," with a muscular frame, broad shoulders, and big hands. He always carried himself with certainty and confidence.
"Hey Joe," said Paul as he approached him, carrying two suitcases. "How you doing, Paul?"
"You guys, wait till you see how much booze we picked up!" said Rachel as she rushed around Joe's car and popped the trunk. Inside were 6 cases of beer, two boxes filled with wine bottles, vodka, tequila, and bourbon. "You think this is enough for four people?"
"That's enough for forty!" said Lindsey as she noticed Rachel had a beer in her hand. "Tell me you weren't drinking on the way up."
Rachel shrugged as she took a sip. "I wasn't driving," she said as she winked at her friend. "C'mon, let's go check out the place."
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The house was situated on the side of a ski mountain and included in the rental fee were lift tickets. That allowed the four of them to ski on and ski off whenever they'd like without having to drive to the lodge. The living room had a very tall ceiling with a huge fireplace. The open concept gave way to a modern kitchen complete with a pizza brick oven and espresso maker. The large deck off the living room boasted a jacuzzi and seating area with large heat lamps.
"This place is incredible!" shouted Rachel as she ran around, checking out each room. "Look! Jacuzzi!"
Joe came upstairs after checking out the basement. "Guys, there's a sauna down there."
"Like, a sauna sauna?" asked Rachel. Joe nodded. "Crazy right? This place is sweet."
Lindsey and Paul moved their bags upstairs into one of the bedrooms and began unpacking their belongings. Paul tossed his bag into the closet, kicked his shoes off, and sprawled out on the bed. Lindsey opted to neatly unpack her clothing and organize them into the dresser and closet hangers. She smiled at Paul who had no interest in unpacking.
"I like you in your little ski bunny outfit you've got going on here," he said as he watched her bend over and collect her things. "You've got this nice little 'innocent suburban girl in the mountains' look to you."
