Do I think I'm a Good Wife? - Sex Stories

Do I think I'm a Good Wife?

... those condoms and I'll meet you Wednesday at 2:00 at the same Motel."

I went shopping for this kid. I needed to slow him down a bit, so I bought him a Dual Cock Ring.

"Okay kid, you ready for your next lesson?"

"I'm going to try my best to last longer for you this time." He said with a smile.

"I got you a little something to help you until you can on your own."

"What is it," the kid asked.

"It's called a Dual Cock Ring. Let me get you just a little hard and I'll slip it on for you."

"It feels kind of weird and a little tight."

"You'll be fine," I tried to reassure him. But in all honesty, it didn't look like it was the right size. The bigger his dick got, the tighter that band got.

"You sure this is, um, okay?"

"Yup kid, it looks fine to me."

My fuck toy went to town on my pussy. He had two fingers hitting their mark and a tongue that was licking, sucking, and flicking me to ecstasy.

"It's your turn now kid."

I had him lay on his back and I started at his neck and worked my way down. I was licking, sucking, and nibbling. I was gently biting the inside of his thigh. Sucking his balls and licking the underside of his dick.

The Cock Rings were working, he hadn't cum yet. It was the longest he had ever lasted. I was a little concerned since his balls were turning purple, but Pressure would be releasing soon enough.

I slipped an Extra-Large condom over that delicious 8" monster and slowly slid it into my pussy. I was straddling ...

... the kid and ready to ride him like a stallion.

"I want you to relax okay Kid, just enjoy yourself. The bands will help but you got to hold back too."

"I will! I promise!

Fuck even with those bands he only lasted about 15 seconds.

"I'm sorry."

"It's okay Kid. It takes time, but we'll get there."

"Should I go down on you again?" the cute kid asked me as I rolled onto my back, I lowered his head down and started grinding his face. "Kid, you got some tongue. Fuck you are good."

"Can we meet again," he asked.

"Kid, I think you may need two times a week." So that's what we did. Over the next year, we met two days a week when Tom was traveling, and the girls weren't home for a visit. I even bought the kid a nice Christmas present and took him out on his birthday.

He had improved just like I told him he would. It wasn't easy though. Oh, there was one afternoon I just couldn't take it. I needed to get fucked. So, on the way to the motel, I picked up a six-pack of Mic Ultra. I wanted that kid to relax, I didn't want whiskey-dick. I had him drink just enough that it would slow him down from coming too quickly.

Four beers did the trick. That kid fucked me for an hour.

I started taking him out for lunch, far away from anyone that I might know, and we'd get a motel wherever we were.

"You drive today kid."

"Um, are you sure? I mean this in an expensive car."

"Just don't get into an accident. I don't want to have to explain to my husband why a ...