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

Do I think I'm a Good Wife?

... boyfriend. Karen, that's her name, goes to a school upstate, but lives on LI, she came home to surprise her boyfriend and found out he was cheating on her."

Just like I thought. "And?"

"Um, well"

"Don't get all shy on me kid, did you hook up?"

"Yes, but she wasn't as good as you!"

"And any future between the two of you?"

"She told me her boyfriend never went down on her or lasted as long as me. We ended it with maybe we'd meet up next time she was home."

"See, I told you girls would want you."

"I guess so."

"MILF, can I ask you something?"

"Sure, kid what's up?"

"Why do you cheat on your husband?"

"Kid, I love my husband more than anything in this world, but he travels a lot and I'm just lonely or I'm just addicted to sex. Now get undressed, fuck me, and stop asking questions."

"I do have one more, I've been watching porn as you told me and we already do most of what I see online, but um."

"Spit it out, kid."

"Um, do girls really like to get it um you know, up the ass?"

"I can tell you that I don't, but many women do," I told him with a smile.

"Oh, um okay."

I knew he wanted to try. I don't like it, but I was teaching the kid how to please a woman. Should I just do it? Oh hell, why not?

"Listen, Kid, getting fucked up the ass hurts, especially with a dick as big as yours. Some girls are going to take one look at that monster and say, "No fucking way!" But if you want to try it, I let you do it one time."

"That's ...

... okay MILF, I just wanted to know if it was something I would have to do to keep a woman happy someday."

I love this kid. "Kid, you don't have to do it if you don't want to. If you don't feel comfortable doing it to her, you don't have to." Thank God I dodged that bullet or big dick in this case.

One day while Tom was home, he asked me how my pickleball lessons were going. We were sitting out on the deck, and I was drinking wine, which came flying out of my mouth. I coughed and made it like the wine went down the wrong pipe."

"Are you okay," Tom asked.

"Yup, wrong pipe (cough cough). My instructor tells me I'm improving, but I just think he's being nice to me."

Tom was away again, and it was Wednesday. "Hey kid, do you know how to play pickleball?"

"I do, we learned in high school gym class, and I play on Sundays."

"Good because I need lessons."

It became part of our Wednesday routine. We started meeting at 11:00, He would drive, and I would blow him. We found a court on which we could play. We would then grab lunch and have sex for the rest of the afternoon.

We even started playing against two old nasty bitches. It wasn't a fun game to them. They were out for blood. But I was getting better and every so often we would win, but never the match.

That bitch Betty would give me the loser sign the "L" on her forehead.

"That bitch!"

"It's a competitive game and the old people love it." The kid said, "My grandparents live in Florida in a retirement ...