All my muscles were tightening, my heart was pounding, my breath was quickening, my cock was engorged, feeling the point of no return, and in a moment of ecstasy, spurt spurt. My white load was splashing on her black lacy panties and some on her thigh. āIām sorry,ā I said, catching my breath. āItās okay sweetie,ā my wife responded, clearly disappointed as she was taking off her now cum soaked panties and wiping off the cum from her thighs.
I was in the kitchen washing my cum off her panties in the sink while she was taking a shower. I was embarrassed that I shot my load even before I could even enter her. I thought I was getting better. Though it wasnāt as bad as other times. There were sometimes, usually when she was wearing new lingerie, or the time she was wearing this sexy schoolgirl outfit. Her hair was in pigtails, a tight shirt that accentuated her cleavage, a short plaid skirt that barely covered her panties, thigh highs, and heels. She was saying what a naughty girl she was and needs to be spanked. I was so turned on, I pulled her closer to me ready to pull her over my lap, lift her skirt up, expose her sexy ass in a thong, and spank her. I squeezed her ass as I was about to bring her over my lap when I spurted in my pants. I have had enough situations like those that most of my boxers have cum stains on them.
When I was able to last until I entered her it was never for very long. I would try to last, thinking about baseball and such, but the feeling was too great and I would inevitably find myself cumming way too early. There were times as I was entering her, the feeling of her wet pussy on my cock, I would start spurting before I fully entered. Every time I would continue hoping she wouldnāt notice or that maybe I can stay hard and get another orgasm, but within a couple of seconds it would start feeling like trying to push rope. It would be at least several hours before I was able to get hard again. Exhausted I would roll over and go to sleep.Ā Ā
She quit going down on me a long time ago, not even a birthday blowjob. There were too many times that I would shoot my load on her face before she even had her lips around my dick. She was always pissed at me when that happened, and hated having cum on her face. We were using desensitizing creams, though the first time when she put it on, I shot my load all over her dress. I was lasting longer with the cream, though not by that much. She used to ask me if I would finish her off, I was always so exhausted, tired, and deflated I would say āIām sorry, I am too tired.ā She would always respond with āthatās okay,ā and she would go take a shower. She would always take long showers after sex, and once we installed a shower head massager they were even longer. I never understood why she took such long showers after sex, what was she doing in there? I would always wake up a little when she came back to bed after her shower. She was always relaxed and happier.
She was having me go down on her before I even removed my clothes, and that seemed like it was going to be better. She instructed me what to do with my hands, and she would start getting into it. Moaning, āmmmm⦠Thatās it⦠Yesā¦. Right there⦠keep going.ā I would get so turned on, that I would thrust my hips a little bit against the bed without realizing it, and before I knew it and she was just starting to get into it, I would shoot my load in my pants. Followed by the familiar, āIām sorry,ā with āthatās okay sweetie.ā While she would take a shower and I would fall asleep still in my cum soaked boxers.
This was not my first time having to wash my cum off her panties, but it had been a while. She used to wash them when she took a shower but thought since it was my cum I should wash them before it leaves a stain like the ones on my boxers.Ā Ā
One day when I came home from work, my wife was already at home and she was sitting at the dining room table. On the table was a small pink plastic tube with a ring around it, āWhat is that?ā
āI think we should talk,ā she said. Those 5 words never lead to anywhere good. Have a seat.ā
āWhatās this about?ā I asked nervously as I sat down.
āItās about your problem in the bedroom.ā I could feel my face turn red in embarrassment. āYou have not lasted 5 minutesā¦ā
āI have lasted longer than that.ā I interrupted, trying to save some dignity.
āPlease donāt interrupt me,ā she said in a sweet and soft tone. āAs I was saying, you have not lasted 5 minutes, and you have yet to make me cum. I would have thought in time you would have built some stamina, and we have tried lots of things too. Thatās why I bought this,ā she picked it up, seeing it closer the tube looked more like a small pink flaccid penis. āItās called a chastity device, it prevents erectionsā¦ā
āWhat the fuck?! Thereās no fucking way Iām wearing that!ā
āPlease do not interrupt me,ā this time her voice was a little sterner. āI have told you before. Wait until I finish please. As I was saying this prevents you from getting erections, and if your erections are delayed then you will last longer, and I will finally cum. I have been very patient with you, we have already tried several other things without any success. So, before you continue with your objections, I want you to first be able to answer this, when do I get to cum?ā
I didnāt have an answer for her, I still needed to object. Wearing a small little pink prison around my cock. That is my manhood, and I couldnāt let it be imprisoned, but I also didnāt have an answer. āI donāt know, but there has to be something else we can try. I mean I have been lasting longer. I mean I know I am lasting almost ten minutes.ā She let out an uncontrollable snort when I said that. I continued, āI mean I know there have been times when I still⦠umā¦ā unable to say the word.
āCum in your pants or cum on my panties,ā she said, I couldnāt tell if she was trying to help me out or embarrass me.
āUm⦠yeah⦠I mean no⦠I mean I meant⦠to say⦠um⦠premature⦠you know. Anyway, I have been getting better and lasting longer and I really donāt think we need to do anything this drastic.ā
āHow about me make a deal? You say you can last almost 10 minutes. How about if you last at least 5 minutes, I will throw this away and we will never speak of it again, and if not then you will agree to wear this. I will even include foreplay in the time, do we have a deal.ā
I was insulted and embarrassed of how small of a time, but also relieved because 5 minutes including foreplay will be easy, and I can put this behind me. āDeal.ā
She brought the kitchen timer into the bedroom and set it to five minutes. The sound of the timer tick, tick, tick, tick, as my wife removed her dress revealing a sexy matching pink bra and panties. I could feel my cock spring up, I tried to slow my breathing, I only had to last 5 minutes, less than that now. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick I was still fully clothed as she brought me closer to her, wrapping her arms around me and kissing me. I felt my cock press into her, I desperately wanted to grind my hips on her, but I was getting worried I wouldnāt make the 5 minutes. Tick, tick, tick, tick, tick. She undid my pants and they dropped around my ankles as she pulled me onto the bed. I know I needed to last 5 minutes, at this point, I could feel my cock throb. I pulled my boxers down as I slid her panties to the side. As I slid my cock into her. Tick, tick, tick, tick. I donāt remember how many thrusts I got, I felt my body tense and all I could hear was the sound of the kitchen timer ticking as I came. Tired and deflated, I accepted my fate. My wife locked me in the little pink chastity, letting me know that as soon as I can make it longer than 5 minutes, we will get rid of this thing. I was looking down at this new prison while my wife was in the shower. I couldnāt believe that my cock fit so well into something this small, I was always more of a grower than a shower. I rolled over to go to sleep when I heard the kitchen timer go off.
I wrote the outline to this 3 months ago. Here's the first chapter, not sure if I should continue with it or stay in my lane of making dumb sissy baby pics